Fidget found a prawn. Not a big prawn, a teeny tiny prawn, “asleep” in a shell she brought home from the seaside. She called it Prawny.
Prawny didn’t appear to mind what it was called, it just swam in circles in the bathroom sink. According to Fidget, that’s where Prawny would live – in our bathroom sink.
We talked.
I mentioned that Prawny might miss the seaside. Fidget listened patiently, unconvinced.
The following morning I explained to a sad Fidget that I had taken a very homesick Prawny back to his family at the seaside.
Fidget wants to visit Prawny soon.