Fish...eee

Our fish ceased to be.  Merril was sad.  I know I was sad.  It was with a long face I wrapped him in newspaper and put him in the bin.  He was never big enough for fish on toast.
I’m pretty sure he was gone.  He could be pretty boring, but his behaviour was different even for him.  I have never had a Siamese fighter before.  I did not know how they normally behave.  Merril and I were thinking we may had been had.  These fish look all good and active in the shop, but was their normal behaviour to float around the top at odd angles.  Doing nothing.
I must admit I had developed a bit of a love hate relationship with that fish.  One time I went into the kitchen where he was and he was just hanging around as per normal.  I went outside only to turn around and see him swimming up and down and looking all active.  I thought “this fish is having me on.”
Fernando was his name.  But Fernando is no longer with us.  We have a new one now.  One who did not know Fernando.  Well, they may have, but after three seconds they had forgotten him.
When we were off to get a new fish a bank teller asked us what we had planned.  We said we were off to get a new fish.  She asked us all sorts of questions.  One was “what are you going to name it?”  We had not thought about that.  We just wanted to see if it would survive.  I was hoping coming to the Kuskie’s was not a death sentence.
So we have given it a complicated name.  Fish…eee.  I think he now knows his name.  He responds to it.  Though to be honest I am not sure about the mirror we have given him.  He spends so much time looking at it and trying to scare away himself.  He looks real impressive doing it.
I now put the mirror behind the tank.  He can still see himself and does his usual to scare himself off, but he is not obsessed with it.  And I can now look in the mirror and wonder who that is who looks just like me staring back at me, and how did he get into the house?