The morning tete a tete between me and my husband (breakfast at 5:30) has now been disrupted by a disturbing presence: the small Ovid ; positioned on a piece of towel rolls, hung from the cupboard and stared at us with glazed eyes.
stone dead. Incomprehensible
the reasons why he decided to act extreme: Zompa out from the tank to roll down at night, almost under the sink and remain there until the meeting. five in the morning, to be precise.
we have to decide now, Tarallucci between a slice and a full, who touched the barbaric act of picking it up and throw it in the trash.
E. escapes with his eyes, stirs his zuppotto, add more sugar .... I understand, go, (they are now an expert in the dirty work), I get close, observe the body, but .... but .....
"move, move!" I grab it and put it back into the bowl race.
Floats.
For a good half hour just floating.
After a flash, two, three.
short, slowly resumed.
swims around sideways on the one hand, try to straighten is screwed onto itself: we see that the entire right side, perhaps the one that slammed on the floor, paralyzed.
However, at eight dear Ovid pirouette like a thunderbolt: I cry at the miracle that even if the legitimate owner remains unconvinced.
I try to cheer her up: simply remove any furniture that hanging (shells, amphoras and trees) so that the reservoir will become easier for her new status of goldfish differently abled.
The excitement lasted until one o'clock, when they return home I find him lifeless.
The dirty work, of course, it happened to me.
stone dead. Incomprehensible
the reasons why he decided to act extreme: Zompa out from the tank to roll down at night, almost under the sink and remain there until the meeting. five in the morning, to be precise.
we have to decide now, Tarallucci between a slice and a full, who touched the barbaric act of picking it up and throw it in the trash.
E. escapes with his eyes, stirs his zuppotto, add more sugar .... I understand, go, (they are now an expert in the dirty work), I get close, observe the body, but .... but .....
"move, move!" I grab it and put it back into the bowl race.
Floats.
For a good half hour just floating.
After a flash, two, three.
short, slowly resumed.
swims around sideways on the one hand, try to straighten is screwed onto itself: we see that the entire right side, perhaps the one that slammed on the floor, paralyzed.
However, at eight dear Ovid pirouette like a thunderbolt: I cry at the miracle that even if the legitimate owner remains unconvinced.
I try to cheer her up: simply remove any furniture that hanging (shells, amphoras and trees) so that the reservoir will become easier for her new status of goldfish differently abled.
The excitement lasted until one o'clock, when they return home I find him lifeless.
The dirty work, of course, it happened to me.
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