Today I arrived at school and found our class pet, a beloved beta fish, belly-up in its bowl. He was a good fish. He was ok with not eating over the long weekends when no one was there to feed him, and he dealt well with three and four year olds pushing the bowl around to get him to swim faster. He even didn't seem to mind when Isaac added colored water from the water table into his bowl because he thought Winnie the Pooh might like a drink.
Unfortunately, poor old Winnie met his match when four year olds from another class came into my empty classroom to play as their parents talked outside, and the kids decided to add soap to the fish bowl. Turns out fish don't like soapy water. Luckily, the parents felt really badly about letting their kids play in my room, and subsquently kill the fish, so this morning around 8:15 they dropped off an identical fish, and by 9:30 the new fish was swimming around in a clean bowl, and no one knew any better.
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