“Mommy thats the one I want!”, A little girl shrieked, pointing at a small spotted goldfish.
“Of course dear”
“People. Bag. Scared. Loud. Bright. Noisy” the goldfish thought moving its small head from side to side.
“Yay oh yaay!”, the little girl said excitedly, moving the bag around to get a better look at the gold fish.
“Be careful gloria you don’t want to scare it”
“Moving. Girl. Scared. Confused”, The goldfish thought.
Gloria and her mother drove home and Gloria chattered happily about what she and her new goldfish Gold Spot would do.
“Here you go Gold Spot”, Gloria said, dumping the goldfish roughly into the small tank.
“Glass. Water. Rocks. Ey-”, Suddenly the little goldfish’s eyes bulged and turned glassy. Its small body slowly rose to the surface of its new tank.
“Oh no! Gold spot died!’, Gloria wailed.
“Dear you shook him to hard, the poor thing must have had a heart attack”
Gloria’s mother rose and dumped poor Gold Spot down the toilet. Gloria cried as the goldfish went down and down…