FIP - Marjory
So long, Marjory Stewart-Baxter. I can’t believe you’re gone, it feels like we bought you last week.
Maybe it’s because we did.
I don’t know why you had to leave us. Your brother, Hubert Cumberdale, is doing just fine.
Gary the snail is still sucking the algae off that weird, tacky statue Will had next to his TV that I didn’t like.
Cupcake is affectionately trying to eat Hubert, and Destroyer is off hiding behind the bamboo plotting everyone else’s demise.
Maybe you’re gone because this is only week five of our tank cycling. Maybe Destroyer got to all the food before you did. Maybe your body couldn’t handle the toxic ammonia and nitrate levels as well as the rest. Maybe Big Al’s Fish Store ripped us off.
Whatever it was, I just know you’re looking down at us from fishy heaven, eating all the calcium pantothenate and menadione sodium bisulfite complex flakes your little belly can handle.
Float in peace, Marjory. You will be missed. But, for four dollars, replaced.
