The evil fish

Those goldfish have been staring at me again. I try to stare them down but it never seems to work. I will sit with my nose pressed to the glass but they never flinch. They sometimes startle when I bat at the glass but that is happening less and less. Now they have started attacking me. Sometimes when I press my lovely nose to the glass, the one called Bob will charge me. He gives me no choice but to scream, jump a foot into the air while doing a 180, then run from the room and full speed. One of these days I am not going to be fast enough and he's going to get me. I just know it.

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