Things started well.
The fish, known as Feesh, spent his hours browsing the various bookshelves of the house, and made a pleasant fireside companion. He didn’t even mind the other guest—a mischievous monkey.
The dinosaur, decked in his holiday neckwear, was an animated conversationalist and a polite dinner guest.
But he let a little too loose, and began to feel deflated, and drowned his sorrows.
Feesh, meanwhile, gave up on our party and simply gazed longingly out the window, as if hoping to sneak away into the night.
By the end of the evening, T-Rex had collapsed entirely, and found himself wallowing in the corner, being consoled by a patient polar bear.
The next morning found T-Rex sleeping it off, and we hope the new day will be as a breath of fresh air (or fifty) to him.
As for Feesh, well, we hope he is looking at the silver linings in the great aquarium that is the world. As we all ought to do.
Happy Gregorian new year, humans.