I wish I was a Kellog's Cornflake, floating in my bowl taking movies.

Tim thought about how cool it would be if the Pepridge Farm goldfish that he puts into his soup could film their own movies.

The child imagined that a war of goldfish raged within the confines of his tomato soup, while he gleefully devoured them, pretending to be a god.

As I eat my favorite breakfast of goldfish crackers and blood, I dream of the day when I will sail the seven seas and give knives to all the real fish so they can swim in oceans of blood, which is how it was always meant to be.

Whilst pondering my collection of goldfish swimming in blodd, I wondered what the likelihood was that one would leap out and attack me with a knife.