One of my niece's three ikan puyus died while she was at school and when she came home she realized that one was missing. So she asked her Atok why there were only two fishies left. Her Atok told her that one had died. Then she asked what her Atok did to the fish. Her Grandma, fearing the worst outburst, admitted that she disposed of the little guy. And as expected, she protested, but with the reasoning, "Why didn't you cook him?"