“It was then that Delirium noticed that she had absentmindedly transformed herself into a hundred and eleven perfect, tiny, multicolored fish.   Each fish sang a different song.   And as she put herself back together again, unable for the moment to remember whether the silver flecks went in the blue eye or the green one, she decided that a dog would be a nice thing to have.   And then it occurred to her that there hadbeen a dog around at some point, hadn’t there? A nice doggie.   And she went off to look for it, trailing occasional fish …”

— Neil Gaiman, The Kindly Ones