All *Good* Things Must Come to an End...

Oh dear friends I have some sad news. Tequila has passed away. He lived pretty long for a fish. Actually, the length of his life suprised me. But I guess that is because I compare him to his "brother" who he ate.

I've written Tequila a poem:

Oh little fish,
You were such a dish.

Ever so mean,
and ever so lean.

The time flew by,
I hope you don't mind,

It's time for you to go,
Down the giant bowl.

Ok, so I am not a poet but his death deserved some kind of statement. It was that or this crazy picture: