Sophie: One goldfish, two goldfish…
Sophie popped fishy crackers into her mouth.
Sophie: This fishy looks pale.
Plop! Fishy swam in tomato soup.
Sophie: Isn’t it hot?
Fishy: No. It’s warm.
Sophie: That’s why you’re pale.
Mom: Sophie, please eat your lunch.
Shark chased fishy.
Sophie: Quick, before he gets you!
Fishy: I’m shaking from my head to-ma-toes.
Sophie: Shark’s gone.
Fishy: I’ve always wanted to be a big fish in a little pond.
Sophie slurped some soup. She left a little for fishy.
Sophie: You’re queen of the pond now.
Mom: Did you finish your lunch?