13.June.20


Catfish ambiate not becoming a caught fish. Instead of a plastic sleeping bag, they prefer dreaming whodunits that have a solid hook—in their waterbed as they tail-wag. Catfish care not if their pattern matches the moreen in the room; walleyes taught them that they can surmount any destiny of doom. Will whiskers stridulate a merry song? Of course they will as even stars and fairies esteem a fish with a wish. ; )

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