Several years ago, when my interest in the hobby of keeping fish was new, I had several tanks, one with 2 rather large goldfish, the largest one affectionately called Moby. After a trip to a local carnival, my son won a very small feeder goldfish (don't get ahead of me!). One day when I went to feed the fish, Moby and the new kid went for the same piece of food and GULP...the little guy disappeared into the belly of the whale. I stood there shocked and horrified (how would I tell my son?). After a few minutes Moby spit him back out...crumpled, traumatized and more than a little afraid. The new kid hid out for a few days and licked his wounds, so to speak. We now call him...Jonah.