This is Ernie. He lives on my desk at work.
He greets me every morning by staring at me like this, usually with his back fin fluttering. I think it's his version of a glare, silently telling me to feed him now. It works. When I do, he flutters away. He likes to stare at me throughout the day, but when he gets very intense about it, he's hungry.
Beaver Hill Woodcrafters Gypsy Wagons
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