Kevin the Fish
KATIE was always home from work first so she usually made dinner.
Today her partner, Danny, arrived half an hour later, hiding something behind his back and with a huge smile on his face.
“What have you got there?” asked Katie, picking up on his excitement.
Slowly, and with great drama, Danny produced a goldfish.
The tiny fish swam around in a knotted plastic bag filled with water.
“Meet Kevin,” Danny said proudly. “I hope you don’t mind me naming him without discussing it with you first. He looks like a Kevin don’t you think?”
“I don’t mind you naming him,” Katie said slowly, staring at the fish. “But . . . erm . . . why do you have a goldfish?”