A New Home for Bully

As part of my Mother's therapy from heart surgery five years ago, my sister Kathleen got her a small 3.5 gallon fish tank.  My Mother's responsibility would be to feed the fish.  Who knew it would be so hard to raise goldfish.  It seemed that every time I came home for a visit, there were new fish!  After about a dozen candidates who didn't seem to like living in the tank, I picked up a small Fantail and a bigger Oranda to give the Comet some company.  But, then I started reading up and realized what a big mistake that was -- goldfish produce a lot of waste and pollute a tank really easily (especially with my Mother's penchant for overfeeding him because "he looks hungry!").  But the fantail took care of things for himself ... by the next time I came home, the Comet and the Oranda were gone ... dead, thanks to the Fantail.  Kathleen nicknamed him Bully.  Two years later, and home for a while with some time on my hands, it's time to give Bully a bigger home.