Gold Fish

When I was a child, I always suspected that life was like a bowl of goldfish. There is always someone or something watching us outside of the bowl. He often sees us making fools of ourselves, yet still willingly feeds us whenever we are hungry.
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My gold fish was dead, will there be a heaven for goldfish? If there is one, I hope whoever is up there will feed him regularly. goldfish.gif (5940 bytes)
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