As we were getting ready to turn in for the evening Chuck spotted it -- the first fish to swim belly up in Tate's aquarium. Flipper, we'll call him Flipper because know one should be laid to rest without a name. So Flipper was buried at sea, or at least in the greater Jonesboro sewer system.
Tate doesn't know yet. I'm not sure how he'll take it. He actually helped Chuck feed them this afternoon. He's a tough kid. It probably won't even phase him. No condolence cards, please.
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