As the cloud of smoke vanished, a cloaked figure stepped forward. It stood beside Waverider.
"I was told, to my surprise, that something new was living in the ocean. Smart little creatures, thousands in number."
The figure pulled back the cloak to show an angular, reptilian, black-scaled face with silver eyes.
Waverider continued, "They have no culture, knowledge, or even language to speak of. No real instincts either. Most of them can breathe, but everything else had to be carefully taught."
She glanced from god to god.
"I'm going to gut whoever dumped the poor things like this. Absolutely helpless."
“She'd become a governess. It was one of the few jobs a known lady could do. And she'd taken to it well. She'd sworn that if she did indeed ever find herself dancing on rooftops with chimney sweeps she'd beat herself to death with her own umbrella.”
― Hogfather