So one day the fish gets up in the morning and looks at the splendid day it is at her beach.
A rather peaceful somewhere else.
A familiar somewhere else, quiet and still.
Here the fish finds herself on a long long beach, where she walks for quite some time, her fish-head filled with delightful thoughts, of her current lovely obsessions.
As it happens, this is a very happy beach. An excellent place for a happy fish to be.
The entire population of her beach back home, and all their dubious habits...
are having boat races by the island.
The fish declines, on this occasion, to take an oar.
Oars are very heavy and capricious things, and the fish very dreamy headed.
But the fish forgives all the bad behaviors, because on Sunday morning
someone gets up early and shells five kilos of fresh prawns
So she eats avocado and prawns on toast.
For which she will forgive anyone the sight of their bottom.
In the small town nearby,
the girls descend en masse for coffee.
Which is a very good thing after all that exertion.