"Okay honey," Suzanne replied sheepishly, "But don't be late getting home. We're going to the aquarium, remember? And I have a little annoucement to make! Hee Hee."
DeJuan defecated and dropped his Lectric Shave to the floor. Suddenly the dream in all its haunting clarity came rushing back to greet his memory. He bent over, ripped off the bed sheet to find, not the two shapely, smooth legs he'd become accustomed to kissing over the course of their 14-year marriage, rather...what was this? Scales. A........fin?
"What the HELL!?"