Hunter’s Catfish handed me the book.

“This is a book that was left here with me in 1979. I have looked at it for quite a while but can only pick up bits and pieces of it. I did gather from it two important things though. A towel is a very important thing to have, and mice have the ability to save us from this imminent disaster.”, he mentioned more calmly than I felt the situation warrented. “We need you to read it to find out who we need to send the message to.”

“Why pull me into this madness?”, I asked. “You could ask the snake. He can read.”

The catfish started laughing again. Well.. it was the closest approximation to a laugh that I can think of in a fish.

“Snake can’t read.”, he stated.

“I saw him.”, I insisted, rather put out that MY observational skills were being questioned here.

“Jocinda.. Snake can’t read. I thought everyone knew snake eyes were bad. What is going on with education these days??”, he said sadly while shaking his head back and forth.