"How stupid," she said as she threw in another serving of fish food, "I could throw anything into this tank, and they would eat it right up. What if this was poision instead of little fish flakes? They would all die!"I glance over at the ten year old glaring at three golden bodies floating in their watery cage. "They trust that they will not die by your hand, they trust in the kindness that feeds them everyday. They have never been poisioned before, why would they fear that today or anyday would be different?" She turns her glare towards me, "That's what I mean! How stupid of them to trust anyone so blindly."