I noticed my goldfish was hardly moving the other day.

So I took off my shoes and dove in the bowl with her.

Her eyes got real big when she saw me sitting on the rock.

I talked to her in bubble language and said it would be okay.

She kissed me hard with those big orange lips of hers.

I played hide and seek in the coral; she pretended not to see.

Later when I was doing my stupid science homework,

She kept smiling and making kiss prints on the glass.

I wanted to jump back in the bowl, but it was dinner time.

My mother served us something totally new that night.

She said it was macaroni casserole, but I had my doubts.

Sometime later I moved out and went away to college.