once there was a little goldfish he was very sad because he wasn't gold he was brown. He was so sad he cried as the tears slowly trickled down his cheek. In wonder he looked at the free birds in awe wishing he could be there with them. Slowly after month years century's passed by he was still that lonely fish that nobody knew. But the next day it was about to change. He woke up the next day and he had wings he was actually a flying fish he joyfully jumped over the ladders and into the clouds.

The little goldfish