Well that's a whole other ball of fish.

I flung open the door. I got a momentary flash of about a hundred and fifteen cats of all sizes and colours scrapping in the middle of the room, and then they all shot past me with a rush and out of the front door; and all that was left of the mobscene was the head of a whacking big fish, lying on the carpet and staring up at me in a rather austere sort of way, as if it wanted a written explanation and apology.

So much, then, for the fish.

It takes a lot of time to be a genius. You have to sit around so much, doing nothing, really doing nothing.

Don't waste yer' breath kid. Explainin' anything to that one? It's like tryin' ta' slap the dumb off a retard... -George Foster

The fish in the creek said nothing. Fish never do. Few people know what fish think about injustice, or anything else.