That year we had one of the harshest winters I have seen since I moved to the South. Our entire yard, including the pond were covered in snow for the better part of three months.
The next summer when I was doing yard work I noticed something orange moving in the pond. I got the fish net and retrieved the beast. There was one surviving Goldfish, who had somehow survived the winter and increased tremendously in size. We dubbed him Fishzilla.
Fishzilla had between the odds and outlived his 23 brothers. He had survived the harshest winter the mountains have seen in years. This was one tough fish.
A year later, I found Fishzilla once again the following year.
Yes another year passed and he was half a foot long, quite an increase from the inch long goldfish he started out as.
It has now been for years and Fishzilla is still living comfortably in our pond. Here I am celebrating Fishzilla's fourth birthday wearing my custom made, potentially dangerous Fish Hook Glasses.
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