Once upon a time there were two little boys. Every spring their Grandma took them to the local nursery to pick out two goldfish to swim in her puddle pond. It was a teeny tiny pond, but these were teeny tiny boys who picked out teeny tiny fish.
The boys took great care to give their new friends the perfect names. Tidy-Whitey was mostly gold with a white tail. (It was a potty training summer the year Tidey came to live with them.) Miss Marble was just that...marble'y colored, but I think the boy was thinking about a mystery story lady detective Grandma made up.
As the two little boys grew and grew, their love of picking out and naming their annual fish never waned. (Little pond. Shallow pond. No winter survivors. It WAS an annual event.)
Last year, older boy decided he was going to name both fish because he had such great names already picked out----Ronald McDonald and Big Bertha. Younger boy said absolutely no way. So one fish was named Bertha McDonald and the other fish was named Sun-Kissed (for the big sunny spot on his head). Everyone was sad at the end of the season when it appeared that both fish had been eaten by the big, bad raccoon.
Fast forward....through autumn and winter....to spring.
What's that orange flash in the middle of the pond gook?
Bertha McDonald!!? AND Sun-Kissed!!!??
After a quick happy dance, the two now-not-so-little, baseball-obsessed, boys think their old fish need two new friends because they've got great names already picked out.
Yadier* and Wain-o* are about to join the pool.
And they all lived happily, ever after.
*In case you happen to not follow US baseball....these are players on the St. Louis Cardinals. I'm sure they would be thrilled to know that two goldfish are named for them.