What to say?
I mean, I used to have a fish for a few years when I was in elementary school. I was, apparently, a very creative child when it came to naming him, too. His name was Mr. Fish.
How original. I know.
But that fish was resilient. It must've lived for five or six years. (And I think it was even a goldfish!) But it started as my brother's fish, then it was my fish, then it moved back to being my brother's fish.
So that fish got bounced around, but even when he was with my brother, I still liked to visit him.
Even though we fought over the name of the fish.
Yes, we both called the fish different names. (Good thing he didn't hear us. He might've experienced from identity confusion)
So I guess that's my story about an animal. Yes, it's short, but there's only so much to say about a fish.
Well, I guess it's a good thing I never had a cat then....
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