The Lost Fish It was another rainy day in oregon and my mom was getting ready to go to Walmart to return my goldfish. My brothers and sisters fish died, and my mom didnt want mine to die too.and i REALLY didnt want her to get rid of it. You might get mad at me for what i did next. But i was 5 and didnt know what would happen if i did it.i.........took it out of the bowl......and....put it in my pocket. And when my mom wanted to go to return it, the fish wasnt there. So she looked at me suspiciously. "anessa, WHERE IS THE FISH????????????????????"my mom said. "i dont know...... Check the balcony. Maybe its there." i said. "how did it get THERE?!?!" my mom said. "i dont know..." i said. Thinking i put it there, she checked on the balcony. Wasnt there. Then she asked "are you sure you dont have it?" "yes...." i said. "lets make sure." my mom said. Then she started patting me down like a police officer would do. And of course, found the dead fish. I felt so bad! If only i let my mom return it, it would still be alive. My punishment was the worst punishment any five year old could imagine. No cookies for an ENTIRE WEEK