Frozen Fish

A couple weeks ago, when the cold was sweeping Texas, my dad and I went realized at about 10:30 we hadn't fed the horses, darn. I looked around the room panicked, trying to find a way out, to no avail. So we walked over to the horses in the 15 degree weather to find their water trough frozen solid, requiring dad to jump on the ice to break it. We decided to bring back one of the 2 inch thick pieces. The next morning when Anna went to go check on the water trough she and a friend were forced to use a some unknown horse tool to break the ice... this time containing one of our fish that eat the algae, which was later found by dad and Tanner. That poor orange fish had been seen only hours ago by myself the previous night. Poor fish...