I had a pet too..a pet fish, My Francis....one fine day I come downstairs..and it's just not there..poof...I think that's what life's all about...poof...
It was a student who gave me Francis. One spring afternoon I discovered a bowl on my desk with just a few inches of clear water in it. And floating on the surface was a flower petal. As I watched, it sank. Just before it reached the bottom, it was transformed into a wee fish. It was beautiful magic, wonderous to behold. The flower petal had come from a lily. Your mother gave it to me, Harry. The day I came downstairs, the day the bowl was empty, was the day your mother...died.