Sometimes when I look at Abby’s goldfish, Goldy, she’s floating up to the surface with her tail higher than her head. And I start to panic. Then, just as I start to think, “Goldy’s a goner,” he/she/it starts swimming again. The fish was sleeping. Doh! This is not a huge deal, but it is amazing to me that this fish is even still alive. And she’s growing, too. Abby likes to feed her and to pet her, and take her for walks. However, we only let Abby feed the fish, all other activities are strictly imaginary.

When the fish floats to fake me out, I’m frightened, but not forever. [a light alliteration to practice my alliterational skillz]