I made it the way I remember gold fishes from my grandfather’s place—bright ping pong balls bobbing up and down in the water.
I joined the colourful remnants to form a soft yet solid ball, and on it I planted tiny wire protrusions.
Her fins are small relative her body, to friends her age, or any fish that survives the wild.
So, she paddles harder, faster.
She doesn’t stop.
I call her Tammy.