Flick was my fish, a very beautiful fish.
He was grey with silver spots, silver spots as shiny as a silver bracelet.
He was smooth, but scaly at the same time.
It was impossible to hold him.
He was so graceful, like a aeroplane through the air.
Such a little move got him so far, flick of the tail, almost to the other side of the bowl.
Flick had such an easy life, he ate, slept, swam and bubbled.
But the cat came, the evil pussy.
One moment Flick was in his bowl, next the bowl was empty!
Jenny Ayling, Class 4, Welland Primary School.
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