Blogpost by Onlyboy (14 yo):
We are gathered here today, not to mourn two lost friends, but to celebrate a life.
I met those fish on a sunny day. They were there two among many, but those fish caught my eye. After we went scuba diving we had lunch. I went down to the lake to wash the bowls but the moment I put my bowl in the water the fish swarmed it. Realizing I should take this opportunity, I pulled the plate up. Being fish, they all swam out. Normally fish would then stay clear but these fish were often fed by humans. So when I put my bowl back into the water to finish washing the bowl they swarmed it again. And soon a form of game began. I would put my bowl just below the surface then wait for them to come in and start nibbling.
Soon enough I had caught some and so had every body else. We put the eight of them in a big plastic bottle then set off for home. I was a nervous wreck the whole car ride. I knew that fish need their water changed regularly you see and I was teriffied that the oxygen would run out. Once we got home we switched the water but it was too late. One fish was belly side up – Rogers.
We then went down to the lake when we realized that Lastborn wasn’t with us. Paris went back up to get her but in that time Floppy passed away too.
Hoping to revive him, I threw him in the water but it was too late. He had died.
After we had thrown in the others (who were thankfully still alive) we went back inside to flush Rogers down a toilet.
And so this is the story of Floppy and Rogers. Two brave, brave fish.
And I know that I will always hold them dear to my heart.