This is about Bob, he is my Son's Goldfish. He lives alone this Bob,
you see he is a feisty little guy, well actually he is not little,
He had a bad attitude against Tom, and well, Tom did not make it.
Bob lives alone in this tank now. He sees movement or me or what
ever it is he sees when I walk by and spits rocks at me.
Yes he is fed well, now remember, Bob is feisty. This morning
I was about an hour late feeding Bob, I walked by as I did
my morning chores and he spit another rock at me,
got my attention. I had seen that the light was off and that
little ding went off..... I forgot to feed Bob... He is not happy with me.
I walked up to him, opened the lid and I swear, he flipped up his tail
and splashed water in my face. Okay Bob, I liked Tom better then you...