Sunday, January 13

Scaredy fish


On the left, this is how the goldfish in the fountain look to me. I wonder—how do I look to them? Hm-m-m. This must be why they wait till I leave before they start to eat.

1 comment:

L. Flint said...

I spent the off seasons of my childhood despising goldfish for not being trout. I'm glad to know my appearance likely so closely matched my mood.