Fish

What is a home without some fellow fish?

At home, there is an Orange Dwarf Shark and his friend the Soft Goldfish. The Shark is of course a rascal, but he's a beauty: that's why he's called Enjolras. Kico 14 was a beautiful fish too, and who strangely reminded me of Silverster Stalone. But Enjolras is different : he's a real rascal. Though now he may have become a bit wiser.
The Soft Goldfish is called Cajole. So very kind.
It's a joy to watch them. And often, instead of looking at the tv screen, my eyes fix themselves on the bright swimming flames that fishscales are.
The face of a fish is amazing. Fascinating. I could sit before a fishtank forever.

Kico 14 was a most marvelous one. But let's use the present tense. He is still marvelous and time won't change that. His tail is neat and small, his mouth huge. His scales brighter than lava. I will never forget the look of rebuke on his face when I moved my finger in front of the tank, taunting, withouth giving any food. He would interrupt his dance-on-the-tank-glass and shoot me that Kico-14ish glare of his.
Hurray for the 14, ioko doll!