A long time ago when I was living in Logan Utah, my 6th grade class had an abundance of goldfish for whatever reason (I'm very hazy on the details cause it was a long time ago). They made the offer that anyone who wanted could take one home for a pet. I was so excited to go home and tell my parents because I was sure that they would let me have one. So of course I had a huge disappointing evening when my Dad immediately said NO!
But not being a very obedient child, I brought one home anyway. Very grudgingly I was allowed to keep it. Its home was on the living room shelf about the couch. I remember climbing on the couch everyday to feed it and talk to it a bit.
So it came as a huge shock one day when I went to feed it to find that it was gone! I couldn't believe my eyes that the fish was missing. After being dumbfounded for several minutes, my first thought was that my dad has flushed it down the toilet because he was still upset that I had brought it home.
Quite a while later my mother was doing some detailed vacuuming and was moving all the furniture, when I heard her shout something about a fish. She started to take apart the vacuum and saying that she thinks she just vacuumed up my fish. Sure enough in the bag was a little, dried up skeletal goldfish. The only conclusion that we came up with was that he had jumped out of the bowl and landed behind the couch.
I look back on it now and just laugh. I mean why did I ever think that my dad had flushed the poor thing. All the water was still in the bowl. He didn't seem to care beyond the initial bringing it home after he said no. I guess I was still feeling a little guilty about that :)
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