She bent over, picking up each rodent by the tattered fuzz on the back of their necks, and placed them on the table.

Hunter’s Catfish looked awestruck at the little vermin, seemingly honored by their presence.

“Jocinda,”, whispered the fish, “Do you have any idea who you just held?”

“Does it entail something that would cause me to run screaming and yelling out of this hole under the second base in Yankee Stadium?”, snipped Jocinda.

“No, that was three hours ago with the bunny slippers and the dragon.”, stated the catfish, then said reverently, “You just laid your hands on God!”

Jocinda looked down at the hamster-like things writhing on the table..

“Wow… You know.. for some reason He isn’t quite as impressive in person. I think I am beginning to see why the people began worshipping the bull and the ‘You can’t see the face of God anymore’ bit.”, she quipped.

“So.”, she said, looking at the creatures drunkenly staggering across the table.. “What happened to moderation?”