Fishy (Addendum)

Yesterday evening I sat by the edge of the goldfish pond, sprinkling food onto the water then sitting still while the fish came up to eat, quietly watching them. It turns out that there aren't three baby fish in that pond. There are at least ten baby fish. Some are quite large, perhaps half the size of the biggest fish. Others are miniscule, pretty much the perfect size and shape to fit in The White Supremacist's mouth. Still, they seem to be surviving, hiding in the pond plants until they're big enough to choke on.


So... does anyone need any goldfish?