There were two plates laid, one at each end of the table, and as soon as Reera seated herself all her creatures gathered around her, as if they were accustomed to be fed when she ate.
The wolf squatted at her right hand and the kittens and chipmunks gathered at her left.
"Come, Stranger, sit down and eat," she called cheerfully, "and while we're eating let us decide into what forms we shall change your fishes." "They're all right as they are," asserted Ervic, drawing up his bench to the table.

"The fishes are beauties--one gold, one silver and one bronze.

Nothing that has life is more lovely than a beautiful fish." "What! Am I not more lovely ?" Reera asked, smiling at his serious face.
"I don't object to you--for a Yookoohoo, you know," he said, helping himself to the food and eating with good appetite.
"And don't you consider a beautiful girl more lovely than a fish, however pretty the fish may be ?" "Well," replied Ervic, after a period of thought, "that might be.

If you transformed my three fish into three girls--girls who would be Adepts at Magic, you know they might please me as well as the fish do.
You won't do that of course, because you can't, with all your skill.
And, should you be able to do so, I fear my troubles would be more than I could bear.

They would not consent to be my slaves--especially if they were Adepts at Magic--and so they would command me to obey them.
No, Mistress Reera, let us not transform the fishes at all." The Skeezer had put his case with remarkable cleverness.