Goldfish...

Little Nancy was in the garden filling in a hole when her
neighbor peered over the fence. Interested in what the
youngster was up to, he asked in his friendliest way,
"What are you up to, Nancy?"

"My goldfish died," replied Nancy tearfully, without looking
up, "and I've just buried him."

The neighbor commented, "That's an awfully big hole for a
goldfish, isn't it?"

Nancy patted down the last heap of earth and then replied,