@Blitz Boom Harmony smiles, a devilish gleam in her eyes, "I won't warn him...he'll never see it coming. And they are fry at this stage, when they become teenagers they are called Smolt. We talked with a ichthyologist at the local University, she had some weird ideas. Speaking of fry..." Harmony steps to one side, and Ziggy notices that two of younger ones are sitting in the doorway, crouched low...like a cat sizing up it's prey. The one on the left, a streak of silver in her brownish mane eye's shift from the muffins on the side to Ziggy then back again, as if she's thinking...Muffin or Cuddles? Muffin...Cuddles...