"The Death of a Goldfish" by Amanda Whitesel

The Death of a Goldfish by Amanda Whitesel Poor Goldie, poor, poor, poor, pitiful goldy. Alas I knew him er, maybe it was a her, er well umm never mind. Gold fish, we've all had one. Especially when we were little, and our parents wanted to teach us some sort of responsibility, but what sort of twisted mind learns responsibility from a fish? Especially one that, after dying, or maybe even when it's still alive, gets flushed down the toilet, and we're told that they are going to "fish heaven." And when we'd ask "Why is fish heaven in the toilet?" the so-called adults couldn't answer that one too well. Altogether I think gold fish have it pretty bad. They are poor, innocent fish that for some reason always get stuck in some little scummy, disgusting bowl, being taken care of by a 5-year-old, who forgets to feed, or totally over-feeds the poor little guy or girl. That's another thing, we can't exactly name them a name that is either female or male. Sexes and fish, now there is a subject to study in college. Maybe the government will pay you millions of dollars to study it! Yeah, there ya go! The first Fish-sex-doctor, oh wait, that's covered in Oceanography. Anyways, my point, well I really don't have much of one. Except maybe, next time you go into the pet store and see that over crowded tank with a million little goldfish, give all those poor, dead goldfish of your past (and everyone else's) a moment of silence. But never forget that there just might be a few mutated goldfish swimming around in the sewer from all the toxic waste down there. AND ONE DAY THEY WILL RETURN TO THE SURFACE! AND TAKE THEIR REVENGE ON THOSE 5-YEAR-OLDS EVERYWHERE!!! AHHHHHHHHH!!! RUN! HIDE! SAVE YOUR CHILDREN!

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	Amanda Whitesel needs no introduction. She is Amanda Whitesel -- the woman, the lady, the girl. The embodiment of the female gender.

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