Suddenly, a hand reached down scattering the crowd. Fred was lifted up.
“Is Fred dead, Daddy?” asked Eleanor. “He’s my favourite.”
Daddy dipped his fingers into a vodka glass.
“Don’t know. Best way to find out is give him a taste of this…”
He touched the side of the fish’s mouth with alcohol-fingers.
“He’s alive!” squealed Eleanor as Fred leapt to life and dived back into the tank.