Goldfish
In my house, there lies a 20-gallon fishtank. And in the 20-gallon fishtank there lives three fishies. Yay fishies! As the fish flip and turn and actively swim, three humans walk near the fishtank.
A small female says: “Hi, Golfish Fireball! He’s so cute, isn’t he, David?”
A medium-sized male, David, responds, “I think the Koi, Tiger, is cuter.”
Then, the large female says: “Emily, David, they are all cute, both the Goldfish Fireball, the Goldfish Sunset, and the Koi Tiger are all cute. Now, it is time to feed them!”
Little flakes fall from a hand, and the fish spring into action. Fireball and Sunset swim immediately to the top of the tank, as Tiger stays on the floor, a natural bottom-feeder.
“Wow, I still think that the bold solid orange of Fireball is beautiful!”, says Emily.
“But Tiger’s kaledioscope of gold, black, yellow and orange is truly amazing!”, says David.
“What’s kaledio-”
“Everybody! Stop fighting! The bold orange of Fireball, and the Half-and-half orange and white of Sunset, and the colors of Tiger are all equally lustrous!” says the Large Female Human, Mom.
“Do you remember when we bought our fish? We almost couldn’t buy Tiger because the salesman insisted that Koi are for ponds! Of course, we’ll be feeding it to the cat as food if like that!”
“But why?”
“Do you know how big they will be when they grow up? A foot, at least! They won’t even have turning space!”
“Well, okay. Because I was thinking of having a tank full of goldfish. Maybe not.”
“It’s time to go swimming, so peel your eyes of the fish and put them on the equipment!”
As the humans walk away, the fish let out a deep sigh, and once again, take out the balloons, stereo, and confetti to resume their party.