Don’t ever let anyone tell you that fish are unthinking or unfeeling creatures. I’ve watched these guys swim their tank together. I’ve seen how they sleep next to each other, touching. I’ve seen the healthy fish gently rest his “chin” against Spotty, looking for all the world like he’s trying to comfort him. Earlier today, I watched as he bullied Spotty into swimming around with him for awhile.
And just now, I heard the sound of clinking glass. I went to check on them, and they were both head-down, searching for left-overs among the marbles at the bottom of their tank. Spotty is eating again.
red paper boat 