just don't ask...

Chocho swam in his tank excitedly. ''so'' he wiggled impatiently ''can I puleeze go to school with you?" he asked his owner.
Lela rolled her eyes.'' Chocho, you are a fish. A betta fish to be exact, and fish do not go to school!
Lela had been over this many times but he still did not understand that fish do not go to school, or eat sushi, or go to the movies! Yet the forgetful fish just didn't understand.
"Well duh. That would be a disaster, but what's that got to do with me? "The little fish rolled his eyes.
"Chocho, you ARE a fish!
"I'm a what! "He fainted at the very thought. Lela got out his favorite fish flakes and sprinkled them over his head. The fish revived instantly as the scent of meal worm and brine shrimp sent one message to his little fishy brain: food.
"Dinner?" Chocho perked, swimming up to gobble up at "Betta Bowl a gourmet dish for your favorite fish! "
"Ahewahy, " he said munching, "iyam nawta fis."
This was the first phase, denial. Next was anxiety, and sure enough poor Chocho was swimming up and down.
"But, but I can breathe air and talk and and I have hair, see?" he stuttered.
His owner sighed. "Chocho you breathe water and air because you have a labyrinth lung, a useful trait for a betta fish. I have no idea why you can talk, and that is not hair, it's your fins!"
"Ohhhhhhhhh. Well that explains a lot. Since when was I a fish?"
"Since you were born. Any other questions?" Lela said sarcastically.
"One more. Can I still go to school?