Chapter 11
Zoe peered into the empty tank. It made no sense. Yesterday a colourful pair of clownfish nestled and swam within the protective embrace of a pink bubble-tip anemone growing in that back corner. This morning they were nowhere to be seen. Zoe checked from every angle, then fetched the rickety stepladder, and climbed up to the top of the tank. Maybe they were behind the rock. She reached in to move it. Ow— a burning sensation went through the back of her hand where she’d brushed against the anemone’s stinging tentacles.
‘You look nice.’
Zoe jumped in pain and surprise. The ladder tipped over, collecting her bucket of chopped squid on the way. She landed right in the middle of the smelly mess.
Karen stifled a laugh as she rushed to help. ‘Well, you did look nice.’
Zoe hauled
