this ff has a different temperament-more energetic, i would say. As curious as Bib, but more positive. he swims with a keeness that was absent from Bib, although both are equally aggressive-hostile towards newcomers. But poor-what-to-call-him?-he's injured;the stunning tail is shortened to half its impressive length, muz be the doing of that stupid prawn, which had jus undergone moulting, yuck. At first, it was plain violent, snapping its pincers away at everything that passed its way-poor ff must have been injured then. then it went into hiding, into one of the overturned pots supplied by dad, then yesterday, the old shell was cast away, an ugly greyish mess.
oh, and ff can really eat! it gulped a whooping jackpot-winning 9 balls of fish feed, the kind meant for goldfish. Wow. what a stomach it must have. or how tasty fish food must be.
and he shall be named Eff.
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