I was sitting in the computer room one day and caught a flash out of the corner of my eye, I looked real quick and saw a Hawk flying off with one of my Gold Fish just a wiggling in his talons. Pore little Wilbur was probably scared to death before he was ate. Now ole Frank, he's the one that's left, almost got it one day, he has a scar on his side from that ole Hawk trying to get him. He's a little skittish now and looks around to see if mister Hawk is around before he'll come up to eat out of your hand. Thing about Wilbur is I think he's a strange one, if you know what I mean, when he comes up to eat out of my hand he puckers his lips a bunch, it's kind of weird ya know.
He's a pretty one, just wish he didn't like fish.