Little White Muse I went for a brisk run, took a hot bath, changed back into my clothes, cracked
my knuckles, grabbed my favorite pen… and got down to work.
Breadfish? yes. Butterfish? yes. Toastfish? .... "Breadfish?" she asked, puzzled. "Why is there a breadfish? Is there a butterfish?
A toastfish?" She set off to ask the great smart pets of Neopia.