The Fish on the TV

Today our class travelled to the Science Museum in London. It's three hours from my school in Bristol.

There's a real rocket in the space room. It's white and very big. I stood under it for a long time. Everybody took photos.

At five o'clock we went home in the bus. It was dark outside. The bus had a little TV at the front, and it played a programme about the sea. There were fish with small lights on their heads. Nobody talked. Everybody watched the fish.

At home I telephoned my grandma.

“Where did you go?” she said.

“To the museum,” I said. “There's a rocket. It's very big.”

“And?”

“And I liked the fish.”

“Fish?” she said. “In the museum?”

“No,” I said. “On the TV. In the bus.”

Then I told her about the fish for ten minutes. I didn't tell her about the rocket.