Mr. Goldfish

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Humor  |  House: Booksie Classic
How would she keep his death a secret?

Submitted: April 05, 2014

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Submitted: April 05, 2014



"Momma, Momma!"

The white, wooden front door revealed her daughter's cheerful form, skipping down the hallway towards the kitchen.  The pixie child flew into her arms, the daughter's little backpack bumping against her little square back.  The mother smiles warmly, enveloping her darling little angel closer into her chest.

"Momma, can I have a snack?"

"Of course you can, my little Nora," the mother says kindly, kissing Nora's dark haired head.  She brushes a stray strand behind Nora's ear before letting her go into the wilderness that was their pantry.  The ever-so-kind mother, Danielle, follows closely after her only child, relieving her of her heavy backpack.  

Placing it on the table, she turns to find Nora leaning up on her tippy toes, searching the tall countertop near the small kitchen window.  

Danielle's eyes widen.

"Nora, sweetie?" she says, hesitantly.  Her daughter looks to her, tilting her head.

"Momma, where's Mr. Goldfish?" Nora replies, pointing towards the empty fish bowl.  Danielle gasps, avoiding her daughter's determined gaze.  

Remain calm.  She probably doesn't realize it yet...

"H-He's in there, pumpkin," Danielle says quietly.  Nora lifts her eyebrows, perplexed.  

"Oh, maybe he's swimmin' way over there on the other side."  With a small shrug and a skip, Nora leaps towards her room not too far away.  With a sigh of relief, Danielle puts her hand to her chest.  She thanks her quick witted mind for clearing up the mess.  She smiles to herself and walks towards the sink, turns on the water and cleans some dishes.  She studies the empty bowl in front of her intently.  She knew she couldn't keep fooling her daughter; Nora was too smart, quick to pick up on things when her parents lied to her (she had already figured out Santa was actually Dad).  

So what was she going to say the next time Nora asked about Mr. Goldfish?  She couldn't keep saying he was there -- he would never swim in the same spot all day.  He was a lively fish, always swimming in any place he could in his semi-large bowl.  He was an adorable little goldfish; heck, even she missed the dumb little finned creature.

Nora happily sang a song that didn't make sense in her small room.  Danielle began to wonder what her lovable daughter could be doing: playing with her unicorn, drawing a picture, or putting on her bouncy pink tutu.  Danielle hears the child leave her room and head for the main bathroom; the door opens, and Danielle smiles to herself.  

You gotta go when you gotta go.

Laughing at her own thought, she scrubs on a hard plate and rinses it off.

And nearly drops it when she hears Nora scream.  She places the plate down into the soapy water and runs towards her daughter's room.  There are many questions jumbling through her mind, her motherly insticts coming in.  Did she fall down?  Did she hit her head on something?  Stub her toe on the door?

"Momma?" Nora says, calmly and questioningly.  When the mother enters the room, quickly stepping into the bathroom, she gazes at her daughter's pointed finger that lead to the depths of the toilet.  Danielle's heart shoots up into her throat.  

I didn't flush the fish.

"Why is Mr. Goldfish swimming in the potty?" Nora asks.  Danielle's voice catches in her throat.  Her mind searches through possible answers, but none seem gentle enough or fake enough to protect her daughter's pure innocence.  Her daughter steps toward the john, gazing into its dip.  Danielle steps to the toilet, looking over her daughter to see what she has allowed those young eyes to see.

Death can be a very hard thing for children -- especially little five year olds -- to accept.  But maybe there was a chance.  Maybe Nora hadn't put the two together.  

Then Danielle had a thought.  A fleeting thought that may be silly enough to work.

"Nora, do you remember in Flushed Away how the rat went down the toilet and found a new place to explore?" Danielle asks.  Nora nods fervently.  "Well, Mr. Goldfish wanted to be like the rat, and he wants to go see the world under the city and meet other fish friends."

"And rat friends?"

"Yeah, and rat friends."

"I'll help Mr. Goldfish make friends!"  Before Danielle can say anything to her innocent child, Nora presses down on the toilet handle.


"See?  I helped Mr. Goldfish!  Now he can go exploring," Nora exclaims with a cheerful smile.  Danielle lets out a silent exhale of relief and feels the weight come off her shoulders.  "Hey, hey, Momma, can we watch TV now?"

"Of course, sweetie," Danielle tells her, leaning down and kissing the crown of her head.  As Nora leaves the bathroom, Danielle glances to the now empty toilet bowl.  Nora sings again her adorable nonsense song in the background as her mother chuckles.

Thank you, Mr. Goldfish, for understanding. 

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