the little boy amused her.

          Suddenly the little boy noticed something. "Where's our fish Anema, why, she's not in the aquarium?" the boy asked worriedly.

          "There, she's swimming at the back of the aquarium," Ana answered her little brother.

          "No that's not Trude, where is she Ana?" the little boy asked his sister again earnestly.

          "Okay, that's really not Anema, how did you know for sure," Ana's bewildered question.

          "Of course I should know, I'm in-charge of feeding her. And every time I go near her, she would immediately swim to meet me up front. And then he would rub his mouth, repeatedly on the aquarium's wall. But that one is a bit bigger and she's afraid of me. Look, I'll go near her. See, she swam