Bill went into the office yesterday and for some insane reason his work had decided to provide every employee with a tiny goldfish and a little glass bowl in which to keep him.
Bill’s fishy isn’t a vivid gold, more of a bronze colour and he has been named Sparky.
Originally Bill was all set to bring Sparky home and ask our neighbour if we could liberate him into her pond, thus at least saving one of the poor fish from a short uneventful life.
However over the last 24 hours he has become more and more attached to the little fella and we just found ourselves down at PetSmart buying him a nice spanking 10 gallon home complete with fluorescent light and gushing waterfall filter system.
It’s now all set up in the corner of the room and Sparky is in his bowl right next to it so he can see where he’ll be living from tomorrow. The water in the tank needs a little conditioning before he can be transferred you see. Bill and I are desperately hoping that Sparky survives another night so he can be re-homed and have lots of fishy fun and not have to swim in circles quite so much. We are willing him to make it.
If all goes well we’ll be returning to the office with an undercover mission to kidnap and relocate more of Sparky’s fifty brothers and sisters. Unfortunately, we are too late for at least one of them. RIP Annie’s fishy.
I hope I have better luck with these fish than I did in Manchester! Eeeps.