It was the size of my dad. The colour of my lunch orange, flecked with crimson. Two large glassy eyes stared blankly at me.

It was the most magnificent thing I’d ever seen since Roald Dahl’s giant peach. Small silver fish darted beneath its great big belly, I couldn’t even see their eyes! I wiped my runny nose with a stripy sleeve, inspecting the brilliant hues in the fish tank that begged my attention.

“Dad, look!” I pointed to the small fish, then a big fish, then the biggest fish, my favourite fish. The whole experience was magic.

“What’s it called?” He whispered to me. A giggle rose in my throat. “Big fish”.