Frank is my new friend. See Frank swim. Isn’t he pretty. Sorry Frank I meant handsome.
I met Frank this weekend when my friend asked me/my responsible roommate to watch him. For the record, I think fish are the only animals I should be allowed to watch. It’s hard to mess it up. Not impossible. Just hard.
Frank and I had a blast together. We laughed. We swam in circles (well he did). We simultaneously gagged when we had to change his water (well I did). We pondered the deep things in life. We made fish faces. It really was wonderful.
He left on Monday. It was sad. Especially when I found out his name was Max…
Too think all that time we spent together and he never once corrected me. So embarrassing.