Dr Cavor laughed. "These are flying fish son. They swim through the æther and breathe air. All we have to do is tie his finny wings back to ensure he doesn't fly off, and he should stay alive for weeks, as long as we feed him a few mice every now and then."
After a few quick knots, the fish was neatly trussed up, and stowed in a picnic basket.
"Look up ahead!" Dr Cavor shouted. "Isn't she magnificent!!!"
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