April 25
...serving up your daily dish.
They were good fish, but now they've all gone to that Great Goldfish Bowl in the Sky. Won at the Purim Carnival, the last of them -- Groucho Marx Levinson -- made it to Pesach. The Kaddish Codfish has been said in their honor.
This makes me remember the day my crawfish, Charley, died. So sad.
Posted by: lurker | Apr 25, 2005 11:44:26 AM
Now look ... all righta ... I catcha on to why-a-horse, why-a-chicken, why-a-this, why-a-that, even why-a-duck. I no catch on to why-a-fish.
Posted by: Chris | Apr 25, 2005 1:01:37 PM
Were we quite sure
To find the peerless friend who left us lonely,
Or there, by some celestial stream... er...goldfish bowl as pure,
To gaze in eyes that here were lovelit only,—
This weary mortal coil, were we quite sure,
Who would endure?
Posted by: The Prop | Apr 25, 2005 1:22:11 PM
After my older son's first Purim fish died an early death I let him win them in subsequent years, under the condition that he give them away before leaving the temple.
Posted by: Anne | Apr 25, 2005 6:07:51 PM
