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Sunday, Oct. 12, 2003 8:39 p.m.

Fishy is foreverly gone.

this afternoon i felt so sleepy after taking the medicine. i didn't wake up until 6pm. when i woke up, i wanted to feed the fishy, but there were only stars and water and pondweed in the jar. i thought it might have jumped out of the the jar and dropped onto the ground, but i couldn't see it on the nearby ground. dad had replaced the water in the jar when i was sleeping, so he might have some clue. when he came home, he said he was sure he had put the fish back into the jar after replacing the water. so i looked around once again, and there i saw fishy lying dead on the floor. dad picked it up. 'it's dry like salted fish,' he said, dumping it into the bin.

it must be scared when being transferred from one container to another container, so it tried to struggle to find a way out, and ended up dying on the dry floor.

dad said we would buy a pair of �C��(or�ճ���?) next time. but i miss my �b�� little gourami. they are so peace-loving and cute. they can never be replaced.

i'm sure it missed its frd who died earlier last month. now they must be happily swimming in heaven together.

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