O SOONER THAN ALICE had rubbed her forehead, did a fish plop up out of the water.
The fish stared at her blankly.
“What do you want?” said
Alice, rather rudely.
“There’s no need to be rude, in fact, I could ask you that very question. For it is MY lake that you’re swimming in,” said the fish pompously.
“Your lake? How is this your lake?”
“Well, are you a painting? In fact, I would declare that you look rather fleshy. Yes, really rather fleshy.”
Alice frowned and rubbed her head once more.
“It is none of your business if I am fleshy. You are just a flat fish, and only a head! Besides, I don’t have time to be talking to bodiless fish.” And with that Alice turned and swam towards the shore.
The fish harrumphed, and with a small plop disappeared in the water.