No 2

The other day I bought a new little plant for No 2's bowl (in case you've forgotten, No 2 is my killer goldfish)
I put it in the bowl, it was a bit tall but I thought nothing of it. A few hours later Paddy walked into the sitting room to find No 2 on the floor. I think he got up on the plant and jumped out. It was so sad, I cried like a mad fool. We wrapped him up in a little rag and I thought about burying him under my new little apple tree. After a few minutes I snuck a last forlorn look at my orange pal, AND HE WAS ALIVE!! He'd been out of the tank for ages and ages. What a little trooper. I put him back in, put the evil new plant in the composter, and all is well in fishland once more.
I love you No 2.