Goldfish aren’t meant for talking or sharing great ideas. They are not known for their grand gestures, or for caring you even exist. Goldfish are quiet and watchful. They got their subtle skills of gawking at the world from an old fly.
Said fly was about a week old and so close to dying he couldn’t muster the strength to annoy the people he so fondly admired. In his youth he loved to buzz around the heads and food of his fellow earth dwellers, the humans. He loved how sharing they were, but hated how rough they tried to high five him. As he got older he still always wanted to be around them but was too tired to fly around and follow them, so he planted himself firmly on a busy living room wall and watched his favorite non-winged friends. He got to know all their secrets and loved learning everything they didn’t know they were teaching him. He wanted to write a book to tell his fellow flies, but was close to his demise, and had no time to file a pencil down small enough to fit in his fly hands.
He hopped and flew as best he could to the goldfish living near-by. He spoke with words all jumbled, trying his hardest to get them out before he croaked. (He hated frogs and found it so fitting their noise also meant death to creatures other than him and his buddies) He told them how watching the humans and being very still and quiet brought vast amounts of knowledge, the animal kingdom had never known. He told them that sentence and then died a flies death, so close to his last breath he was casually smacked into a pile of guts by his beloved humans.
The goldfish, upon seeing this atrocity, planned the most well thought out plan known in all the fish world. They took the naive fly’s advise and watched from their bowl, patiently awaiting any information that would help them achieve their ultimate goal… of taking over the world.
A word from the wise; never tell your secrets in front of the sneaky goldfish…they are watching…and conspiring…and swimming…and bubbling…and making funny faces to distract you…but always, watching.