Bacardi breezer

Second week of hostel life in London, when Tara, my neighbour, knocked on my door with Bacardi in her hands! Bacardi by the way, was her goldfish. She wanted me to take care of it while she went home that weekend. I was thrilleedddddd to have a new pet in my room, especially with a name like that! "Shouldn't she be swimming in a pool of Bacardi rum?", I asked innocently.
So me and my new friend Bacardi were having a good time together, with me talking away about how much I love English breakfasts and how she has no options but to eat this silly fish food and Bacardi listening away (btw, do fish have ears at all? hope all my talking wasn't in vain). She even had visitors! And then, one day I said to her, "Bacardi, be a good child and behave while I'm off to uni." But she didn't listen, coz when I came back she she had stopped swimming.