"It's called a goldfish."

"Goldfish? Not much of a name."

"That's right. Wasn't much of a fish, either. They used to be so plentiful that we kept them as pets. Put them in bowls."

"Used to be?"

"That's right."

"So you kept fish, but you didn't eat them?"

"Not only that, we fed them."

"You had THAT much food?"

"Yes. Yes, son, we did."

"That must've been swell."

"That's right. It sure was. Careful, now. Don't fiddle with the cords, keep the net still. We don't want them to know we're up here. Mama needs us to be brave and bring home lots of fishies."

"When we catch him, can I-"

"MAY you...

"-MAY I eat the goldfish, Papa?"

"IF we catch him. And yes, son. Yes you may."