The pond in the back garden was beginning to look overgrown. The poor fish would have no room soon.
He took a bucket and began pulling out excess greenery.
Bubbles rose to the surface. At least one of the fish were still alive.
He plunged his hand into the water to grab more unwanted plants. Something brushed against his hand.
He suspected it was the koi.
As he worked the fish continued to swim by his hands, occasionally grazing him.
He thought that the fish was happy with the job he was doing.
Suddenly he felt searing pain. Something had grabbed his hand tightly. Something with razor-sharp teeth. It chewed and chewed. He screamed.
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