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Every winter our fish would migrate south. Probably to Florida or Cancun or any of those places where grandparents live and it's always warm. Fish like it in warm places. They would tap the side of their fish bowl and mom would grab a glass of water, In they would jump. Then, Mom would pour the fish into a container, put it in the mailbox, and send it south. House fish need this, because they can't get out of their bowls. It's like taking a dog for a walk. River and lake and ocean fish just swim there. When all of the fish get south, they have a fish party, where they eat gangsters and smugglers, I think.
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Apr 25, 2012
Apr 25, 2012 at 3:48 PM UTC
The Great Migration
Every winter our fish would migrate south. Probably to Florida or Cancun or any of those places where grandparents live and it's always warm. Fish like it in warm places. They would tap the side of their fish bowl and mom would grab a glass of water, In they would jump. Then, Mom would pour the fish into a container, put it in the mailbox, and send it south. House fish need this, because they can't get out of their bowls. It's like taking a dog for a walk. River and lake and ocean fish just swim there. When all of the fish get south, they have a fish party, where they eat gangsters and smugglers, I think.
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Apr 25, 2012
Apr 25, 2012 at 3:48 PM UTC
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