Romans & histoires Bubble Guppies Molly Gil Goby Deema Oona Nonny

, Dae asks trying to turn back and look at the fishes. " Yeah..it's normal. They are fighting fish.", Aroon says and drags the younger to a tank with a label that reads 'Tiger barb.' Golden yellow fishes, with four large black bands and bright orange markings on the snout and fins swims vigorously inside the tank. Soon Dae is again smiling and giggling looking at the fishes. " oh they are also pretty. Hmm..let me count, how many fishes are there. One, two, three..", he starts counting with his finger.

As we stroll through the aquarium, surrounded by glowing turquoise light, I say, “I have to tell you something Angel.” In hindsight I realize telling her here may have been a mistake, because she’s so distracted naming all the fish in the floor to ceiling tanks lining the walls, that she isn’t listening to a word I say. “And dat one’s Gil, and Flipper, ooh and there’s Guppy and Stripe!” Pulling Lila to a bench in the middle of the room, I lift her into my lap and wrap both arms around her, resting my chin on her slight shoulder, “Which one is your favorite?”

“We need another person to play Marco Polo with. It’s no fun with just two.” Their voices faded as the three of them got further and further away from the pool. Bonnie turned back to focus on Tyson. He looked so happy with his goggles taking up most of his small face. “So, bubbles are how we talk to the fish of the pool,” Bonnie explained. “Next, we have to work on catching them!” Tyson giggled. “But there’s no fish in the pool.” “Are you sure?” Dylan asked, looking around and pointing to invisible fish. “You don’t see them? I see a rainbow fish and a dinosaur fish. I’m going to catch a... hippopotamus fish!”

LAYLA SUDDENLY FOUND herself underwater, swimming with the fishes, surrounded by beautiful, colorful corrals, which reminded her of their aquarium when she was still a child. Their aquarium was her favorite thing inside their house when she was still just a child. There were goldfishes around her, angelfishes, bettas, swordtails, which were the fishes that used to fill their aquarium. And looking at and feeding the fishes inside their aquarium had always been one of her fondest childhood memories. It always delighted her, and now, she was feeling that feeling again, something that had always make her feely giddy as she played with the fishes.

Gabby wore pink glitter sunglasses and named every fish like they were members of her palace staff. “That one’s Princess Bubble.” “That’s a clownfish,” Xavier said. “She can have two jobs.” Mama bought too many souvenirs because “they’re still little, Ara, don’t be stingy like a Swiss accountant.” Papá bought more at the shop next door when Mama wasn’t looking. In the end, we came home with two stuffed sharks, one plastic crown, an octopus-shaped fridge magnet, and Al crying because Gabby said his shark “had no emotional depth.”

They each have a few children but are not really seen in this anthology. Molly…. I had fun with Molly. He and all of his pretties and little pretties are getting their own book. Molly is married to Becks, Tammy, Alicia, Yvonne and Michaela. Between them all they have the following pool sharks, I mean children, Priscilla, Eliza, Trisha, Amanda, Imogen, Sheree, Fatima, Diana, Anne Marie, Kadi, Georgia, Tobias, Jordyn, Hailie, Geoffrey and Leigha.

“So, what is he?” Georgia’s voice jolted her from her musings as she stared into the fire and her eyes snapped to hers with a raised brow. Her mug of hot chocolate abandoned on the coffee table still half full. Georgia was full of questions and curiosity but had kept it reserved for her sake as she listened to her story. “The boy?” She questioned further. “Isn’t it obvious?” Adelaide questioned her back with a frown. “He’s a High Alpha.”