@YoungAdventurer ok as your one of my subs I will share the first part of a story i started and never got round to working on. The idea ( to fill reader in before hand) was this story was going to be about a father struggling to bring up his three children after the death of his wife. the wife was a massive Beatles fan and so the kids were name John, Paul and George (a girl short for Georgina) I had also planned for them to have a small dog named Ringo, however before Ringo there was Pete... (this is uncut and pasted so you might find grammar mistakes)
“Pete, best goldfish ever is dead!” Molly Fisher said allowed, trying to ignore the giggles of her two older boys, John aged Ten and Paul aged Nine, and continued to try and sound a serious as she could. Her hands placed softly on the shoulders of her weeping Six year old daughter George, who was stood between her and the toilet bowl, holding the small golden remains of the poor dead Goldfish in her little hands over the waters of the bowl below, the final resting place of many a pest pet. “ We will miss Pete and hope Jesus gives him a good home in the fish pond in Paradise”.
John could not contain himself any longer , laughter bursting from him in a loud chuckle that made his belly hurt!, that in turn started Paul off in the same uncontrolled laughter.
“Stop it!, Mum tell them!, it’s not funny!” George cried.
“ Stop it you two!” Molly told them trying her best not to laugh and sound cross “ Or you won’t get no pudding later!”.
John placed his hand over his mouth and took a breath, trying his best to stop laughing.
“Mum this is silly!” Paul replied, silly giggling.
“No it’s not Paul !, do you want me to laugh at your funeral ?” scolded George, becoming most angry at her older brothers who always thought everything she wanted to do was silly.
“ If I was going to be flushed down a Loo, I would expect everyone to laugh!” Paul replied “But I’m not!, I’m going to die a hero and be given a funeral with full military honors.”
Molly could see this was turning into a bad situation, and the very mention of one of her children dying gave her a shudder of grief to the bone, it was bad enough Paul always talking about being a soldier, now he was talking about dying as one!. “ Shut up all of you!, nobody is dying” Molly snapped.
“Pete’s dead!” interrupted George, looking up to her Mother, with her sad little face and the small fish still in her cupped hands.
“Yes darling!, we all know Pete is dead” Molly reassured her, softening her voice again “ but I want no more talk of you three dying”
“But we’re not going to live forever Mother!” said John
“Enough!” snapped Molly, before Paul could continue the conversation, as he often did when his older brother began one. “ George, drop him in!” she continued.
“But Mum! You haven’t said the last bit, like they did when granny died!” George moaned.
“ Ok! Sorry I forgot!” Molly said, now just trying to see an end to this farce that she had only agreed to so George would recover from the loss of her precious fish as quickly as possible. “ We commit his small fish body to the grave, Ashes to Ashes. Dust to Dust.”
“ But it’s a toilet not a Grave!” said Paul, with a grin.
“How can it be Ashes to Ashes ,when he’s being dropped in water?” Asked John, finding amusement from Pauls joke.
“So it should be Splash to Splash!” Said Paul.
“Mum! Their spoiling it again!” George wined .
“Stop it you two!, or I will tell Daddy when he gets home!” Molly scolded. She hated to use their Father as a threat, and Edward himself had asked her not to do so, but the fact was it always worked. The very mention of their Father being told they had been naughty while he was at work stopped the two boys in their tracks no matter what they were getting up too. It worked in this situation too, the laughter stopped and silly grins dropped from the faces of their sons as if they had taken masks from their faces, they straightened up and tried to look like they were taking this whole fish funeral situation seriously. After a few more moments Molly softly placed her hands back on the shoulders of little George “ Drop him in!” she said.
“Good bye Pete, Best goldfish ever!” said the little girl, tipping her small hands forwards and sending the small golden fish tumbling down in to the toilet bowl below , hitting the water with a little Plunk! Sound, slipping down to the bottom of the porcelain before bobbing back to the top and floating upside down at the top of the water. After watching him for a moment George nodded to her big brother and John (Who happened to be stood closest!) reached up and pulled the chain that hung from the over head water system, beginning the flush that sent Pete, best Goldfish ever to his final resting place.
