Searching for my two beloved pets, my eye suddenly caught on something lying near the bottom of the steps leading upstairs. It was Margaret. The body lay there, and as I stared at it, a piercing wail suddenly filled the air and progressed to an-all out howl without hesitation, steadily growing louder. I turned in time to catch a glimpse of a lump on the couch, which promptly rose and started up towards me, keeping up its haunting yowls. Something inside me snapped, and I fixed the advancing Fluffy, my once loyal cat, with a withering glare. A mixture of emotions boiled up in my throat and threatened to spill over. I yelled. "Fluffy!! Bad kitty!! You-you've killed m-my- goldfish!!!!!!!! How could you??!!" The cat meowed pitifully. "Oh well. So much for Margaret. I can always buy another for 25 cents at the pet shop up the street. But shame on you!! Just in case you haven't learned your lesson, next time- I'm buying a Piranha!!"