How cute, I've never seen those before
When my first son was in kindergarten (he's 30 now) we went to the school's carnival. Of course he won a fish. I couldn't have been 3/4 long.
He named his fish Norman.
We put Norman in a little fish bowl, changed his water everyday, fed him. After about a month of this, his water only got changed once a week, then once a month.
Norman kept getting bigger! Each month he got moved to a bigger bowl, which meant the water got changed less because it was harder to do.
He kept getting bigger.
Finally when he was over 2 inches long we spent the money and bought him a little aquarium. We set it all up, put Norman in. Oh how happy Norman must have been!
The next morning we woke up, didn't want to be late for SECOND grade you know, and Norman was dead, lying on the floor. I told me son the truth, Norman was so happy with his new home, he got so excited, he jumped and jumped, the last time too high.
I'm sort of glad he didn't decide to do it for the short time his house was on the back of the toilet!