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There was a cat who was more adorable on the scales of adorability. When the girl took home the Goldfish from the the fair her parents asked her “what shall you call this fish?”. Because the scales were such a shimmering orange they called him “Goldy-Poisson”…

This is no ordinary goldfish. The goldfish is gilling and pukking away like anything when he sees his new home with his new castle and treasure chest.

The cat got jealous, and put the pukking goldfish in a vase full of roses which had been given to the cat, on christmas day. Goldy-poisson saw everything and watched with envy. What would he get?

The little child had an idea “DADDY DADDY - Can we put Goldy-poisson in the vase with the roses so he can smell and taste such wondrous things?”

Daddy looked at the genius and said “yes child we should”.

The new vase served as a comfortable home for Mr Goldy-poisson. It meant a new home and a new life and a new founded hope and glory. He swam past the thorns for he knew they were dangerous.

The goldfish laughed. THIS WAS THE LIFE! THE FREEDOM! THE LUXURY!

The little girls brother heard mr Goldy-Poisson’s echos of laughter and happiness and his blood boiled in envy. His sister had created such a storm of laughter and happiness his dad would value her more than him.

He took it upon himself to teach Goldy-poisson a lesson once and for all. “It won’t be flushed down the toilet and disappear into the sewers of Thames Valley.”

He crafted a crown of gold from a piece of yellow paper and popped it on goldys poor pukkering head. “DAD DAD Look at mr Poisson!”.

However Goldy-Poisson jumped out of his poor shimmeringly orangey scales. He was as solid as a rock. and the crown… THE CROWN?!!!!! WOW!!!!! “THESE FOLKS MUST THINK SO HIGH OF me.” were Goldy’s last words.

The Moral: Unfortunately Goldy-poisson then died because he was very allergic to cardboard. Oh that poor poor Goldy-poisson. “Rest.In.Peese.” the town folk muttered as poor Goldy-Poisson was drawn away in his carriage with the broken wheel, making for a very uneven journey to the far off land of Fishy poissons Heaven.

Ahem.

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This cat is more adorable on the scales of adorability, like when the scales a shimmering orange on a goldfish I was had called "Goldy-Poisson"...

This is no ordinary goldfish. This goldfish is gilling (pukking) away (URBAN DICTIONARY IS NOW IN USE MY FRIEND IF YOU WOULD LIKE TO ADD SUCH A TERM).

His pukking in the bowl, a vase full of roses, they had been given to his cat, on christmas day. Goldy-poisson saw everything and watched with envy. What would he get?

The little child had an idea "DADDY DADDY - Can we put Goldy-poisson in the vase with the roses so he can smell and taste such wondrous things?"

Daddy looked at the genius and said "yes child we should.".

The new vase served as a comfortable home for Mr Goldy-poisson. It meant a new home and a new life and a new founded hope and glory. He swam past the thorns for he knew they were dangerous.

The goldfish laughed. THIS WAS THE LIFE! THE FREEDOM! THE LUXURY!

The little girls brother heard mr Goldy-Poisson's echos of laughter and happiness and his blood boiled in envy. His sister had created such a storm of laughter and happiness his dad would value her more than him.

He took it upon himself to teach Goldy-poisson a leasson once and for all. "It won't be flushed down the toilet and disappear into the sewers of Thames Valley."

He crafted a crown of gold from a piece of yellow paper and popped it on goldys poor pukkering head. "DAD DAD Look at mr Poisson!".

However Goldy-Poisson jumped out of his poor shimmeringly orangey scales. He was as solid as a rock. and the crown... THE CROWN?!!!!! WOW!!!!! "THESE FOLKS MUST THINK SO HIGH OF me." were Goldy's last words.

The Moral: Unfortunately Goldy-poisson then died because he was very allergic to cardboard. Oh that poor poor Goldy-poisson. "Rest.In.Peese." the town folk muttered as poor Goldy-Poisson was drawn away in his carriage with the broken wheel, making for a very uneven journey to the far off land of Fishy poissons Heaven.

Ahem.