Peering into this aqueous paradise, Yen Olass saw a tiny
tiny fish sharing the dish with Straff, and a tiny tiny frog occupying a rock with Alamanda. She wondered who had arranged this present for her daughter. 'Baby ones! See!’
'Immaculate conception, huh?' said Yen Olass. 'What's immaculate, mam?’
'We'll say it means perfect,' said Yen Olass, and hugged the child who – no matter who or what the father might be – was most definitely hers.
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