So, when my school had its fall festival, Katee won me a tiny little goldfish. Well, she actually bought it at the end of the night when they were trying to get rid of the ones left. Anyway, I named it Dashy.

He wasn’t an orange goldfish, he was sort of brown-ish. He was strange. He swam around a lot and didn’t eat. I tried goldfish flakes. Didn’t eat ‘em. I thought maybe he wasn’t a goldfish at all. I tried tropical fish flakes. Didn’t eat ‘em.

Well, I woke up this morning and it had happened. He finally died.
He’s now residing in a tiny box in the freezer with Eight Ball (who died months ago and *STILL* hasn’t been buried)…. ^___^;;

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