You may or may not know that I have three fish- called Andreas, Judas and Magdalena. For the benefit and enjoyment of friends with whom I keep an offline journal, I make up stories about these finned friends in which these brave young swimmers survive ghosts in miniature Bayern castles, door-to-door salesmen, plastic ducks, alien attacks, toads in love and the looking-for-prey-eyes of the hungry housecats.
Be not fooled, my pets are three goldfish living in an aquarium on my desk. And they are completely normal, Andreas' anorexia nervosa, Judas tendency to bump the sides of the bowl and to jump out of the water and Magdalena's fetish affection for the rubber marine plants possibly excepted.
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