No longer, Becky told herself,
would Mr. Squiggy be forced to circle
his tiny bowl of tepid tap water,
goggled by visitors and fed those small
factory made protein pellets.
No, for today he had been made free,
free to make his own choices,
liberated from the stifling care
of his old home,
to chart his own course
and seek his own fortune.
1 comment:
Another great addition to a brilliant series. Although this one makes me cringe for the fish!
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