Instantly you realize you are ravishingly hungry. With intrepid speed you dive at dark torpedo shape in the stream. The whizzing air about you is intoxicating. As you near the water you adjust your trajectory. You glance against the water and snag a fish in your talons.

You land nearby. You animal instincts are coursing through your body, and they cry out for you to start tearing apart the fish. You are about to oblige them (your instincts) but you monetarily hold them at bay and say a quick grace.

You are shocked when you hear someone say, “Holy cow, what are the chances. You can talk too.”

That someone, you realize, is the fish you’ve just caught.