“Her name’s Geraldine,” I proudly carried home my golden trophy, won at the annual county fair.
“He’s George,” I told everyone the following year.
Gavin, Gloria and Gilbert soon followed.
“Too much food,” Mum scolded. I couldn’t bear to think my aquatic childhood friends were hungry.
My tears and the toilet flushed yet again.
These days my tropical aquarium teems with Angel Fish, Neon Tetras, Guppies and Swordtails, but one fish reigns supreme.
My children won him six years ago at the county fair; he thrives amongst the exotic.
Geronimo, an eight inch long goldfish, on a strict diet.
“He’s George,” I told everyone the following year.
Gavin, Gloria and Gilbert soon followed.
“Too much food,” Mum scolded. I couldn’t bear to think my aquatic childhood friends were hungry.
My tears and the toilet flushed yet again.
These days my tropical aquarium teems with Angel Fish, Neon Tetras, Guppies and Swordtails, but one fish reigns supreme.
My children won him six years ago at the county fair; he thrives amongst the exotic.
Geronimo, an eight inch long goldfish, on a strict diet.
