It was Day Three of the so called “Flying Goldfish Apocalypse” in Singapore. It had all begun when Harry Emerald’s spell to turn a goldfish brown had gone all wrong and created multiple, giant, ugly goldfish that were determined to soon seize the blue planet.
This wouldn’t happen though, not on my watch. I had climbed up one mammoth ladder to reach the top of the second highest building in the land, the Republic Plaza. I lay with my sniper rifle at the ready as the “goldfish” flew through the air.
I slowly took aim. Suddenly a roar came from the top of the ladder. “Don’t shoot……”
Simon looked out the window and saw that it was raining . His pet, Samantha ( the goldfish ) swam slowly in circles like always. Samantha was a magical fish and only Simon knew that.
” Samantha, can you stop this rain?” asked Simon. Samantha wriggled her tail and the rain stopped.
Simon, on the other hand, was a mischievous boy and always thought of mischief. He saw a bird perched on a branch but suddenly it flew away into the distance. He also saw his neighbor walking out with a brown ladder.
Samantha was already eyeing him suspiciously knowing what he was thinking. Simon turned around and saw that she was staring at him.
” Don’t worry, I’m not thinking of mischief.” said Simon but Samantha knew that behind his back, his fingers were crossed.
I was playing with my goldfish when I saw something fly by. It started to circle the house and then flew to the chimney. It magically pulled a ladder out of thin air and climbed down the chimney into the kitchen. It slowly made it’s way towards the goldfish bowl and poured a brown liquid into it. The water immediately turned turquoise and my goldfish jumped out and flew away. The thing tried to fly away but I caught it and shoved it into a pot. I carefully opened the pot to find… a green goldfish. I kept it as my pet and it didn’t like me.
It was finally the Golf Final and I had qualified for it. I knew I’d be playing with all the top players. I was nervous. I was at the first hole. They called it the water competition because it was right next to the sea. I wanted to win the Golden Goldfish more than anything.
I was at the first hole and I swung my club. I watched it as it flew down the fairway. It was trouble as I landed in the brown grass underneath the trees.
I saw the best of the best on the Greens putting slowly to make sure they didn’t miss. I could see Jim Harrington, the best in Ireland, being interviewed in front of the ladder by the clubhouse.
I didn’t have a good day. How would I recover?