Fish POV:

   Francis is a goldfish.

   I like my home but often feel lonely as the only fish in her tank. The other fish died.  I have no idea why, but that makes me afraid.

  Who is to say I'm not next?

 I enjoy the special treats that come my way.

I hide behind the funny-looking man at the bottom of the tank.

 I have no idea how he got there or why it looks like he sank.

   I like the way he seems to stand guard. It is almost like he is there to say, "Francis is a friend of mine, so be good to her."

  I found out today, 

I was won at some place called the fair;

where is that anyway?

Why can't I recall anything about my life before the fish tank?

    I  smile as I see someone come to look at me.

    Yes, I am a goldfish, but I swim proud.

"Hi, Francis here, leave a message and I will bubble back to you; what more can I say? I sit in my fish tank day after day, here is where I eat, drink, and play. I don't have anywhere else to go or much else to do."

  What is a voicemail? I wonder as I see the humans leave such a message on these funny devices called phones.