My Goldfish Died

Little Amber was in the garden filling in a hole when her neighbour peered over the fence.

Interested in what the cheeky-faced youngster was doing, he politely asked, “What are you up to there, Amber?”

“My goldfish died,” replied Amber tearfully, without looking up, “And I’ve just buried him.”

The neighbour was concerned, “That’s an awfully big hole for a goldfish isn’t it?’

Amber patted down the last heap of earth then replied, “That’s because he’s inside your fucking cat.”