Fish telephone

The fish swam up to the glass and then turned, sharply. Another endless ring in the loudspeaker of Eva's telephone hung despairingly in the air. The fish swam to the other end of her bowl, then came back, button eyes magnified by the optics of the glass and water. The phone rang again. The fish made a U-turn. Eva noticed that a reflection of the telephone lived in the fishbowl. As if the fish was swimming around the telephone, listening to the rings and expecting an answer. "Speaking. Who is this?" "This is Mrs. Fish. We haven't actually met, but a friend of mine is a great admirer.." "Do you know what time it is, Mrs. Fish?" "Time?" "It's half past 2 am! People are generally asleep at this hour." "Are they? Well, I'm sorry to disturb you. I just wanted to tell you that --" "You'll have to excuse me. Please call back another time, Mrs. Fish." "Call back? That would be extremely difficult." "Good night, Mrs. Fish." "Fine. Good night. Thanks for nothing. Anyway, I don't see what she finds in you. Toodooloo!" Fish bubbled away again. What an entirely ridiculous conversation. They didn't have anything to say to each other. Eva stared into her eyes in the bowl. "Toodooloo."