Puff
My puffer is an eccentric who, as you may know, I desperately hope to keep. (I've had bad luck with puffers.) Now he/she goes in and out. Sometimes the fish is off duty, nowhere to be found. Sometimes puff's gnashing his teeth against the glass. He splashes and makes gulping noises. So I'm feeding the little bastards and no puff. So there he is in the backseat of the gi joe jeep. AND PUFF'S GOT THAT LITTLE FIN TUCKED IN. To what, the gill?
posted by Brightpictures at 4:23 PM
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