It was a beautiful, sunny day so I decided to help mummy dig the carrots out of the vegetable patch in our garden. As I dug down with my steel spade, I felt something hard under the soil. It was a mauve box and I realised that it was the same box that I had buried my first fish called Nemo in. When I opened the box, I saw the little dead body of the fish and it made feel tearful. Trying not to cry, I returned the box to the hole and told myself to be brave.