My daughter was 4years old and came home with a goldfish (Goldie) that she
had won at a local fair. I knew how this would turn out: fish belly up -kid in tears.
I went immediately into mommy mode. I talked her into letting fishy go in the pond next to our home. He would rejoin his family who missed him very much, make lots of
little fishies and live happily ever after. We could even come by an visit whenever we wanted. Oh, I was feeling really good about myself. We went to the pond, opened the bag and watched fishy swim toward freedom. Yeah! Then a big old blue gill came
jetting out of the weeds and with mouth opened wide, GULP. Poor Fishy! Our new fish is named Shifty.