The fish swam in the aquarium and the black fish swam towards Timmy’s mother’s eggs. Timmy was still a baby fish, his mother was dead, and her eggs were still there. The black fish ate all of the eggs and Timmy’s siblings. Timmy was a fast fish. He swam away. The black fish followed. One of the gray fish swam towards Timmy.
“Come here baby,” said the gray fish.
“Don’t call me this. I’m not a baby. I’m growing up. So, what’s your name?” Timmy asked.
“Siema,” the gray fish replied. “What’s yours?”
“Timmy.”
“Good name, but they’re going to eat us.”
“Yes, now.”
“Hurry Timmy, hurry.”
Timmy and Siema swam in the aquarium. The black fish were attacking the goldfish. Timmy was a goldfish.
“Oh no!” cried Siema.
Timmy called all the goldfish and Siema tried to attack the black fish. All the fish decided to attack the black fish. Boom! Boom! Boom! The black fish were stronger. One of the goldfish was sick and he died. Suddenly, the black fish became sad. They spoke to all the fish in the aquarium and became friends. The fighting was over, peace took place.
