Every once in a while you get that itch. That itch to play and dart, and RUN!

And then just like that you’re off like a rocket. Faster than a speeding bullet you run, thinking maybe you’ll never come back.

But then mom digs around in her pocket and finds a leftover goldfish. Darn those gold fishes, they’re just so delicious.

And just like that you find yourself screaming…… “I’m coming mom, I’m coming…..don’t eat it…..I’m coming!”

Darn those gold fishes, they’re just so delicious.