Well, well, well. Look who turned about to be a boy after all. The one pretty guppy of the six sisters is now quite beautiful, with a flaming red tail, and shiny white flag, and gleaming sides. So he has a name, now. Sue.
He’s starting to chase the others around. I’m afraid the stable number of six is about to shoot up, and the whole horrible cycle of breeding and crashing will resume. And when more pretty boy guppies turn up, I guess I’ll have to come up with a more original name. Bill, or George, any damn thing but Sue!
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