My Big Fat Zombie Goldfish Read Online Free PDF

happened here?”
    â€œWe were just playing,” Pradeep said right away. “Um, the game got a little messy, um … and wet and um…”
    He was talking really fast and looking really guilty. Mom was definitely going to get that something was up.
    â€œFishy is swishy!” Sami shouted. “Yaaaay!”
    â€œOh, that’s sweet. You let Samina play with your fish, Mark,” Mom said. “But why do you have the fish outside in a watering can?”
    â€œIt needed some fresh air,” I said, which Mom is always telling us that we need, so it must be true for fish, too.
    Although usually when Mom tells us to go outside, it’s because she wants to talk to Dad alone, or shout at Aunt Sarah on the phone.
    â€œOK,” Mom’s voice said in a normal kind of way, but her face was really saying, What are they up to?
    â€œMark, are you all right?” she added.
    Mark rubbed his head. He looked over at me and Pradeep, and then at Sami and the watering can.
    â€œThe goldfish tried to kill me,” he said. “I tripped and fell in the sandbox and then it aimed the skateboard at me.”
    Mom went over to Mark and felt his head for bumps. She’s an expert bump finder after all these years. I bet she could be a doctor in bumps and stuff.
    â€œYou banged your head pretty bad, Mark.” She held her fingers in front of Mark and said, “How many am I holding up?”
    â€œIt tried to kill me,” Mark mumbled.
    Mom looked over at me and Pradeep. “What happened?”
    Then I heard myself say the most untrue thing ever: “Mark was being really nice, playing with Sami in the sandbox and on the trampoline.”
    â€œBouncy, bouncy, crash!” said Sami, now jumping on the trampoline with the watering can.
    I leaned over and gently took the can from her.
    â€œThen he did a trick bounce that made Sami laugh,” Pradeep said, which isn’t really a lie, because he did do that even though he didn’t mean to do it.
    â€œHe must have hit his head when he fell,” I said.
    â€œOh, poor you,” Mom said to Mark as she rubbed his head. “But what’s this about the goldfish?”
    She helped him stand up, and he walked over to where I was standing with the watering can. He stared at Frankie. The goldfish started thrashing around in the water like mad again and his eyes went bright green.
    â€œMom, look at the goldfish,” Mark said, pointing wildly at the watering can. “It’s gone nuts. It really tried to kill me!”
    Pradeep and I shot each other a look. We couldn’t say anything out loud, but our faces said that we needed a new color jelly bean code, because this was way beyond a Code Red.

    Mom couldn’t look now. She’d see Frankie being all zombie fish. Then she would let Mark flush him for sure, or she’d send him off to some government place where they keep pets that have gone all supernatural and dangerous.
    â€œAll right,” she said. “I’ll look at the goldfish.” She marched over toward us.
    We were doomed.

 

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    â€œPlease, Frankie,” I whispered, as I peered into the watering can. “Mark’s not completely evil, really. I won’t let him hurt you, but you can’t try and kill him again. OK?”
    Frankie stopped thrashing and looked up out of the watering can at me. His eyes stopped glowing and he got that goldfish stare back again.
    Mom leaned over the watering can. “Is that fish staring up my nostril?” she said.
    Pradeep and I looked into the can. “Phew … I mean, yes, I guess,” I said.
    â€œYou said the goldfish was trying to kill you, Mark?” Mom said, going back to him and feeling his head for bumps again. “Was that before or after you bumped your head?”
    â€œDefinitely after,” Pradeep said.
    â€œYeah, he started talking weird just after he fell,” I said.
    â€œBouncy, bouncy,