October 17, 1993
Goldie is going to die. Who is Goldie? A goldfish I got yesterday at Brackenfest. We put her in a glass jar with water, rocks, and a little plastic palm tree! But this morning she was just lying at the bottom of her bowl. She hadn't eat anything. So, she is going to die. But I won't flush her down the tolit! I'm going to make her a matchbox coffin. Her name isn't Goldie anymore. I've renamed her My Little Golden Angel. Because angels don't stay on earth very long.
Very Sad,
Lee
I think the entire incident (getting the fish, taking it home, its death, burial, and my mourning period) all took place within 24 hours. Has anyone ever in the history of the world received a goldfish in a plastic bag that actually survived to a ripe old fish age?
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