I like to spend my summers at the cabin with Fred, my pet goldfish.
“Let’s go down to the lake,” says Fred.
I pick up his bowl and carry him to the lake.
Then, I dip my finger into the water.
“It’s a little cold, but not too cold,” I tell him.
A few others are down by the lake with fishbowls. We wave to each other.
“That’s fine,” he says, and he leaps from his bowl into the water.
He likes to swim around in the lake with his friends.
It’s like a dog park. For fish.
And friends.