This morning, I played doctor and diagnosed that one of my school of goldfishes is down with polio. It did, after all, looked semi-paralysed, drifting along with the flow of the water while putting in its utmost effort to keep itself upright. That is, until my mum realised its strange behavior and decided that a change of water in the tank will do it good. And quite unfortunately, it did behave quite normally after that. So poor me has lost her morning dose of entertainment. But then again, perhaps my little goldfish will be nice and oblige me with more of its acrobatic acts should I ask politely. I mustn't forget to say please this time round.