Oh gentlemen, with your fish That you surround, all around

Tigris wondered what had happened to the Riddled goldfish Delilah and Sigismund, during her absence from the office to attend the VII^th Annual Developments in Advanced Meeting Protocol conference in Milan.

S. Clyde esq. ventured his opinion that they had been influenced by morphogenetic leakage from the library collection of unrealised Max Beckmann prints, causing them to adopt a more stylised appearance. He was loath to speculate why they were covered all over with Waikato Draught beer-caps.

Another Kiwi pointed out that the library pixies had recruited Sigismund and Delilah to star in the nautical spectacle of a regatta nature that they regularly stage in the courtyard fountain, and no-one cares to gainsay the requests of the library pixies, for fear of minor errors creeping in to the fourth digit of the Dewey classification of Miss Busty Monthly (making it impossible to find certain issues). Spending time in the company of those sportive wee scamps is known to have corrosive effects on the piscine personality and to lead to slight flaws in the character. He surmised that the goldfish might have applied the beer-bottle caps to themselves, with the intention of raising circular welts, which they could ascribe to sucker marks from a giant squid attack, in an attempt to garner sympathy.

S. Clyde wondered whether a nautical spectacle, the first time it occurred, was just a gatta.

The meeting was adjourned when Evangeline van Holsterin (head barmaid of the Old Entomologist) proclaimed that the hand-pump was now pouring the Miraculous Draught of Fishes.