A Fishy Tale
It’s Murder in the Aquarium—fish are mysteriously vanishing. The Prime Suspects, a shoal of vicious tiger barbs, await exile in a bucket in the bathroom. Two die of cold—well, they had it coming. But back in the tank, another guppy is missing. Is a serial killer still lurking among the fissures of improbable coral?
Who dunnit? It can’t be the barbs in the bath with their watertight alibi. Suspicion falls next on Fred the Plec—he sounds like a mobster, but he’s toothless. Jason the Eel? He’s a slippery customer. Perhaps it’s Percy the Puffer Fish who dispatches frozen cockles with ruthless efficiency and a manic grin?
Could the killer be Jose the Mexican axolotl? Surely not as his dorsal fin looks nicked. But on closer scrutiny, a tiny flapping tail protrudes from the inscrutable mouth of this ambiguous amphibian. He shoots us an innocent glance, who me guv? Then gulps down the guppy, swallows the evidence, avoiding the scales of justice.
No way, Jose.