Marlon the Fish

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We have a fish tank at our house. In it swim about a thousand little black and white mollies, a frog, and a sucker fish. We started with the frog, a sucker fish, and 5 black and white mollies.

The mollies are procreating.

There are probably about 4 generations of mollies in that tank.

And now... there is Marlon the Goldfish.

Why? Because we went to our church's festival last night.

Girlie was very excited --she knew their would be a goldfish toss booth and she told me, quite determinedly, that she was going to get a goldfish. (Not win. She seemed to think I was going to just go buy one for her.)

I was hoping that she wouldn't.

Still, I bought the tickets, traded a ticket in for 8 ping pong balls, and hoisted her up so that she could see over the counter to throw the ping pong balls towards the cups of colored water.

I figured I was safe... after all, she has aim like me. So when the first seven balls went no where near the cups of colored water, I relaxed.

The eighth ball made it in through the grace of God and the wind.

Girlie was shrieking with delight as the game attendant handed her a sandwich bag filled with water and a gold feeder fish.

She promptly named it Marlon.



I named it that damn fish.

What am I going to tell her when that damn fish dies?

Because I know that is going to happen... the stupid feeder fish will die in 24 hours before Girlie has time to forget about it. And I will have to either explain death to a three year old or run to the store and buy another feeder fish that will probably die in 24 hours...

Or we could play Finding Nemo: The Home Game, as my husband suggested.