The Fish BowlMy son one day told me mom the fish is making some soundI thought may be he discovered a factThen he showed me his school fish craftHe told me mom the fish wants to flyI said no but then hed cryHe told me mom the fish can walkI told my son I think we need to talkTo bring him back from his imaginationI bought him a gold fish bowl for his persuasionThen, he fed it daily with love and crumbAnd named it Goldy for its golden skinIt was she he got to know , when he saw her fry swimIt was a surprise for me tooThen he named the family dewShe and her fry became his best friendsBecause they never shout nor disturb never demand any herbYou just feed them once or twice then also they will be too niceThey never pee here and there or loiter on my bedThey never make a single sound or never get upsetThey never bark day and night leaving me uprightOnly once in month you change the water and they will be happy and give you a good lookIt all started from my sons expert brainThen he told me it was all his plan...