I have just arrived in this country. I was shoved into a tiny little bag, then into a box with a hundred other fish, just to be shoved into another bag and shipped on to this person that the local fish call “The Lunatic.” Or, at least, that’s what the local plant life says the local fish call her. I am unsure whether to believe him, since he seems a very odd sort of being.
Anyway, this is me. Yes, I’m beautiful. Please don’t stare; it’s impolite. Oh, all right, you can stare for just a moment. But I will not do autographs.
This new human seems to have trouble taking a decent shot with her camera. Here’s a better one:
Oh, and I suppose I should mention that I had to travel here with this guy:
…who is a little slow, if you get my meaning. I don’t like to talk about another fish behind his fins, but let’s just say this guy is more beauty than brains.
That’s all for now; I need to work on my tail this morning. This beauty doesn’t just happen, you know. I’ll talk more after she actually gives me a name.