Goldy
Dashing through the door I hollered, "Mommy! Look at what daddy got me!" Holding in my hand a goldfish, with brown bubbly eyes. As I walked into the living room to put Goldy in her tank, I saw my dad struggling to change the light bulb. "Hey, daddy. Maybe Goldy can help."
"Okay, Kiddo." I handed Goldy to my dad. Holding Goldy in one hand and a light bulb in the other, Goldy slipped from his hands and flew from the ladder. Before I know it I was walking slowly with Goldy in my hands over to the toilet.
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