I was thrilled to no end when my generous friend gave me a 12-inch royal clownknife. It seemed to integrated seamlessly with the community of black angel, blue gourami, convict cichlid, tree-climbing perch (ikan ladang), catfish, small silver arowana and an assortment of colorful comet goldfish in my 360-L tank.
The royal clownknife carried itself with exquisite grace in smooth gliding movement forward and backward. It wore an aura of a king's royal pride and authority. It liked to hide in a moss-fill rockcave during daytime and came out only during feeding frenzy. The clownknife seemed to command the respect of all other fish, though all others loathed the presence of the bullhead catfish and hen this half-blind short-sighted character swam by poking around with its whiskers. All other fish avoided this insane personality like plague with absolute disdain for this bottom feeder.
Soon to my rude surprise, my comet goldfish and precious small cichlid were disappearing one-by-one on a regular basis. Determined to discover the Spanish inquisition myth in my fish tank, I decided to check my fish tank at midnight with a flash light Oh my! the eyes of the clownknife were beaming like car head-beam reflecting off my flash light. Like a jaguar on the prowl, clown was sneaking up to every fish sizing them up. Then when it came to the comet goldfish, it opened it's mouth
Bam! Wham! Kabum! Kapow! the poor comet was gone in just 4 scoops! It set off a panic wave for the rest running for cover!
This clownknife had a deceitfully big-mouth I'd eversaw which could match that of a large-mouth bass. I left the crime scene with shock&awe and a new respect for my clown. No one mess around with royal clown their highness.
When I told my friend, he got that smug look on his face. He said that clown needed a good competition and he donated a pair of large pink tilapia he just bought from fish market to me. To my delight, this pair seemed to feel at home and settled in at no time at all, but I didn't realize that a major battle was looming on the horizon until it was too late.
Little did I know, the tilapia pair were about to breed and they were fiercely contesting the clown's rock-cave territory for their breeding ground. The fierce battle was raged the clown's Marilyn Monroe silky skin were vunerable and no match against the tilapia's armoured-vehicle thick scale. Although fighting 1-against-2, the clownknife was far-surpassed in aggressiveness defending its own territory. Clown successfully defended its turf and repelled the tilapia. With a few bruises, the tilapia pair had to settle for the tree trunk of the corner lot. But the clown paid a hefty price and was fatally wounded in defense of its own territory, and it died belly up 2 days after.
Disheartened, I donated my large tank and all my fish to my generous friend, who shed his crocodial tears and had the last laugh.
-ICS
The royal clownknife carried itself with exquisite grace in smooth gliding movement forward and backward. It wore an aura of a king's royal pride and authority. It liked to hide in a moss-fill rockcave during daytime and came out only during feeding frenzy. The clownknife seemed to command the respect of all other fish, though all others loathed the presence of the bullhead catfish and hen this half-blind short-sighted character swam by poking around with its whiskers. All other fish avoided this insane personality like plague with absolute disdain for this bottom feeder.
Soon to my rude surprise, my comet goldfish and precious small cichlid were disappearing one-by-one on a regular basis. Determined to discover the Spanish inquisition myth in my fish tank, I decided to check my fish tank at midnight with a flash light Oh my! the eyes of the clownknife were beaming like car head-beam reflecting off my flash light. Like a jaguar on the prowl, clown was sneaking up to every fish sizing them up. Then when it came to the comet goldfish, it opened it's mouth
Bam! Wham! Kabum! Kapow! the poor comet was gone in just 4 scoops! It set off a panic wave for the rest running for cover! This clownknife had a deceitfully big-mouth I'd eversaw which could match that of a large-mouth bass. I left the crime scene with shock&awe and a new respect for my clown. No one mess around with royal clown their highness.
When I told my friend, he got that smug look on his face. He said that clown needed a good competition and he donated a pair of large pink tilapia he just bought from fish market to me. To my delight, this pair seemed to feel at home and settled in at no time at all, but I didn't realize that a major battle was looming on the horizon until it was too late.
Little did I know, the tilapia pair were about to breed and they were fiercely contesting the clown's rock-cave territory for their breeding ground. The fierce battle was raged the clown's Marilyn Monroe silky skin were vunerable and no match against the tilapia's armoured-vehicle thick scale. Although fighting 1-against-2, the clownknife was far-surpassed in aggressiveness defending its own territory. Clown successfully defended its turf and repelled the tilapia. With a few bruises, the tilapia pair had to settle for the tree trunk of the corner lot. But the clown paid a hefty price and was fatally wounded in defense of its own territory, and it died belly up 2 days after.
Disheartened, I donated my large tank and all my fish to my generous friend, who shed his crocodial tears and had the last laugh.
-ICS
lesson learned!