Alas, poor Benson, I knew you not at all.
It must have been a tranquil life, swimming lazily 'round the pond, hoovering up whatever came your way. When things got slow and you needed a little excitement, you allowed yourself to be caught, posing for photos, taking a look around topside, before being released again to the murky depths.
I was up Peterborough way some years ago. If I'd known of the queen carp of Kingfisher Lake, I'd certainly have stopped by to say hello.
a late summer sky
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