Ya know, back in me old day I used to have a goldfish. Her name was lucky. Lucky and I searched the seas for many a year until we were able to find the promised land of the goldfish. I hugged my goldfish tight as we ran to our final destination, exhausted yet filled with sheer joy and adrenaline. Soon though, Lucky looked up to me. Her fin moved towards me and I leaned int ot hear what she had to say. She was always a low speaker, that Lucky. I miss her to this day... but im getting ahead of myself. I leaned inwards towards lucky and told me her final ounce of wisdom she had aquired through our journey. Towards this day I still remember what she said.