There are, clearly visible from the sidewalk, hundreds of them. The neighborhood people do not walk by and stare into it through the broken fence, as would be normal for any other pond. They tend to cross the street, looking away.
You’d think they were rats or roaches, the way people began to talk. Get those goldfish out of that pond, I don’t care how you do it. Dynamite, if necessary. But get rid of them. Winter is coming, someone said, and it is deep enough so that they’ll be swimming around underneath the ice. Get them out.