I came home and tipped my new fish into the tank. My little sister leaped up onto my bed and grabbed my fish. Sh e took it to the toilet and flushed it down. I ran upstairs to feed my fish but it was gone. I asked my sister where it was and she said: “I didn’t mean to, I flushed it down the toilet”. I shreiked and ran outside. Our house is unusual because we have glass pipes. I saw my fish. It came don the drainpipe. There was nothing at all that I could do.