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| This page is dedicated to the stories of National Goldfish Awareness Week. The impact of the holiday, stories of great goldfish in the lives of those involved or participating in the event, or just plain strange tales of icthyology. Over time, it is the hope of the National Goldfish Awareness Executive Advisory Council to have to sort, edit and compile a variety of these stories. Please, share your National Goldfish Awareness Week story or the adventures of your aquarium bound friend(s). And the first person who tells us their fish is named Fluffy gets rapped on the knuckles with a rock. Share your story with us by email, contact us at [email protected] or [email protected] |
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| As president of the National Goldfish Awareness Week Executive Advisory Council, I would like to inaugurate this page with two stories, both about the goldfish that have helped shape my life. The first is of Mr. Fish. Mr. Fish, while hardly an evocoative name, is still better than Fluffy. Mr. Fish moved with us from Oregon when I was much, much younger, in a fish bowl on my lap. In our seperate but overlapping worlds, each of us grew. For the sake of anybody reading this, we will skip over my growth, as it is tedious and off topic. Mr. Fish, however, became a hardy and strong goldfish. He quickly learned the presence of the family, and even which members might be tricked into providing an extra helping or two of fish food. Around the passing of my tenth year, Mr. Fish become almost entirely my responsibility. Eschewing standards for the care of goldfish, Mr. Fish and I worked out a system that allowed him variety, health and vacations and allowed me to not stick my hand in the icky water so much. Mr. Fish spent his summer vacations in the horse trough, swimming freely among the random bits of detrius contributed to the environment by the horses, enjoying the dancing sunlight, and even learning to avoid the occasional predator (to the view of Mr. Fish. It was usually just an overcurious equine nose). Mr. Fish would return from his hideaway to find a sparkling clean house, with his furniture cleaned and redecorated. This continued right up until circumstance dictated I depart, leaving Mr. Fish in the care of others. To this day, Mr. Fish swims happily on, sharing his home with African Water Frogs, strange roommates, to be sure, but no less than par for the course for a fish with so busy a life as that of Mr. Fish. The second story features neither so happy a beginning nor end, but is important all the same. It is the story of Rupert. Rupert was found, left to die, in a bathroom sink in a public restroom. He was quickly placed in a cup of water, and made a strong recovery. Much to the delight of my coworkers, Rupert survived the day in the breakroom, taking visitors in his donated plastic bowl. His accomodations were soon upgraded, and Rupert lived a lush life, with plants, stones and other such ammenties of the fish. Sadly, the trauma of Rupert's beginning spelled his end. He (and I) battled numerous ailments, with Rupert showing himself to be possessed of incredible valor and determination. Sadly, it was not enough. Scarcely four weeks after his escape from death in a bathroom sink, Rupert feel victim to the last, and strongest, of his maladies. This serves as a cautionary tale. Goldfish deserve better than to be dumped, and left to die slow and painful deaths. He may have been small, his life brief, but the impact of Rupert, through National Goldfish Awareness Week, will run deep. |
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| From Andy W., NGAW Ambassador to the People's Republic of China "National Goldfish Awareness Week has changed my life in many profound ways. First and foremost, it has re-awakened my childhood passion for the downtrodden species of the goldfish. As we grow older, the noble goldfish can lose that majestic aura of wonderment that I think every one of us sensed the first time we saw it bobbing peacefully in a petstore, friends house, or for a fortunate few in our own home. I know that National Goldfish Awareness Week, as it grows into its own, will do the same for countless others. Thank you goldfish, and thank you National Goldfish Awareness Week." |
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