Numbah Twenty Seven - Three New Fish

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'Mommy!' she cried. 'My dear mama. '

'All the fish have been

flushed down the drains

that hold the souls

of their very beings.

We must replace them,

in their honor, of course. '

The mother replied,

'Good, very good, dear.

Now the honorary

replacement searching

simply must begin!'

And with that,

the two set off to

the pet store

to buy themselves

a threesome of gilled friends.

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