It was a bleak, rainy night, dark as obsidian and bone chillingly cold, when through the window of a small house we see an impossible sight.
There is a baby in highchair, she is voluntarily eating and asking for fish!
Fish I say!
Run away, RUN AWAY!
(Ok, so it kind of turned in to Monty Python at the end but you get the picture!)
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