Have you heard the story of my old fish, Bubbles? This is
the sequel.
I was looking at my dazzling yellow fish Splash. She looked
bored and friendless. Feeling sorry for the poor thing, I decided buck up my
courage and tell my parents I wanted to get a new fish. My parents agreed
almost at once. The very next day, we went to the pet shop to get a fish. I
looked at all sorts. It could have taken me 100 hours! At last, I saw a
shimmering orange one with a splash of white. I wanted this fish because it was an exact
copy of Bubbles. The lady gave me the fish. I didn’t say a word on the way back
home.
“We are there! We are there!” I shouted and leapt out of the
car. As soon as we all bunched up in the house, we let the amazing fish swim.
To my surprise, all the fish could do was sit on the gravel. I remembered
Bubbles and his problem. Tears filled my eyes.
To my delight, Splash helped the fish up and they played
merrily with each other. After hours of thinking, I decided to name the fish
Shimmer. Her nickname was Bubbles II. A perfect pair! The days went by. I
taught splash tricks. The trick was that if I clapped and said her name, she
would immediately respond.
I tried to teach Shimmer some tricks, but she didn’t listen.
I laughed. Festivals came and went. I made cards and presents for them. They
are the best.
You may think I have forgotten Bubbles and he is gone. He is
gone, that one thing is true, but he is still here in my heart.
