| From the Groo letters column (And if you don't know what Groo is, I pity you, for you are MISSING OUT.):
A young man's sister had a goldfish. The fish died, and she insisted on burying it in a grave on the back yard. Later, weeds sprouted over the fish, but she insisted her father not use weed spray because "It might seep into the ground and kill my dead fish!" |