It doesn't happen often, but every now and then dreams haunt me like the one I had last night in which a kingfish somehow managed to escape from his tank, and started to dance around my bedroom. All he was wearing were some silver scales, and an expensive Italian bowtie. He was the shiniest fish I've ever seen.
As he tried to regale me with his dance moves I sat, on the edge of my bed, frozen in awe. He just kept winking at me while all his comrade fish, the Cosa Nostra of mackerel, stuck in the tank, glared at him with envy.
Minutes later, someone walks into the room, and tells me he's a doctor. He finds me lost in wonder. "Watch out for those kingfish," he says, "if you get too close, they''ll bite you. If they bite, you won't survive."