Welcome to the world of Arizona, Carl Lewis, and That Other Fish
This is Arizona's dejected face. I think he is still just a little bitter. 

You see Arizona was my first goldfish. I got him two year ago at the Lewis County Fair when I tossed a ping pong ball into a goldfish bowl. It was quite exciting. He was silver when I brought him home. 

He lived his first full year in a small bowl. But he was the king of his small domain. Fish don't really comprehend that there is a full world around them. Well they do know enough to beg for food when people are around, but as far as Z knew he was the only fish in the world and proud of it.

A year later he got a huge tank and he was really happy, but then came the other two. They were already bigger than him, even though they were younger. Arizona's little world was shattered and you see here a broken fish.

 

This is Carl Lewis. (sorry not the best picture. He is the one in back) He is a jumper. It is hard to believe that he is the sane fish that I peeled off the floor that fateful Saturday evening last summer. I had had him less that a week and he had not been happy, swimming slowly around with his dorsal fin down. 

I came to feed them one night and someone said, "Where is your other fish?" (They didn't have names yet, not that who was asking would have known them. They just knew they could only see two where there should have been three)

After some searching I found him under the safe at least three feet away from any part of the tank. I guess he is a flopper and jumper. He was covered with hair, carpet lint and hole punch holes. He was all dried up and I was sure he was dead. But when I picked him up to put him in the garbage, he flopped. 

I put him in the tank and gave him fish CPR, by prying open his stuck gills and pushing him back and forth in the water. He revived but looked very sad. I spent a half an hour lovingly picking crud off of him, and then figured I had done all I could do, and went to bed. I fully expected to find him belly up in the morning.

As you can see he is still live and well today. He was in fact fully recovered the next morning. With his dorsal fin up and everything. And we named him. That Carl Lewis, He's a jumper.
That Other Fish was the last to be named. I had run out of good ideas. But as it turns out, the name suits him. There could be an interesting debate on nature vs nurture here. I mean did TOF earn his name or did his name shape him. 

I should tell you how his name fits. It turns out he is the only comet. Z and Carl a lowly common goldfish. That Other sees himself as higher class because of this. 

As further evidence. You can see that he posed for this picture to show off his long tail. In fact I was taking pretty much random shots and TOF found his way into a lot of them. He demands attention. I think he stole all of Carl Lewis' good photo ops.

This is where they all live. At least, this is what it looked like until yesterday when they got a light and new plants. Look for more photos, soon.