Milktoast outgrew the tank—not a surprise since feeding fish makes them grow. Instead of buying a new tank, authorities found Milktoast a new home. They regretted this almost immediately as they tried to replace her with dwarf plecos who wouldn’t outgrow a tank. The story goes like this:
One, brown algae friend who was chomped, survived, and then taken away to new friends with an uncontrollable tick.
Two, albino dwarf pleco friend who was chewed, spat out, then gobbled down. She floats somewhere in fish heaven.
Three and Four, adorable dwarf pair—one black and one white—swam in a tank of green. They were by themselves and could hardly be seen. Authorities went on vacation and worried that the plecos might not have enough food (why yes, you’re right, they aren’t that bright). They added a vacation pellet, and when they returned, the pair was dead from too much food.
Five, cutesy little guy, plopped into the neighborhood—all wiggly and squiggly. We found him on his back quite dead three days later.
Six, Seven, and Eight, albino dwarf plecos. Seven attacked Six, don’t worry, he survived. Eight ignored the boys, and the three lived reasonably happy for some time.
Six and Eight stayed together and grew ever so slowly.
Five months later:
A new tank was built, and the three plecos moved.
All seemed fine. Until…
Spiteful Brain/Einstein ripped Eight in half, then removed Seven’s jaw. He didn’t eat them, but they died just the same. At least Madame Geoffery cleans up her mess.
Beetlejuice ate Six.
Dwarf plecos are not the answer.
If authorities could find Milktoast, they would.
—The Bubbly Review
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