I've heard of fish falling from
the sky; nevertheless it was a shock to find a goldfish lying on the hall carpet.
The two cats guarding its sad, still form pretended disinterest.
However I know, dear cats, that you were only trying - in your limited way - to provide me with a 'fishy in a little dishy'.
Oddly enough, the only one for whom 'the boat' came 'in' was the fish. It magically revived in water - even allowing me to stroke its nose (probably how the cats hooked it)and next morning
flipped itself joyfully out of a plastic bag and into the nearest lake....
...long may you swim in freedom little fishy... and may those pterodactyl-like
herons never find you.