I checked the spotted page.
It looked like I’d done everything correctly. Hopefully the good sprouts wouldn’t be long in coming. I poured water into the pot and pierced a label into the soil. ‘Goldfish’.
At first my mother was happy. She adored nematanthuses. However, she began to smell a rat after a day or two. Ermm… smell a fish. Rotten fish.
She checked our aquarium and asked what we were studying at biological club. I answered, “Planting.”
Next day, my mother discretely put away all my books of Brehm and enrolled me in a dance course… just in case.
by TETIANA ALEKSINA
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