I can no longer keep silent. Grizzabella is NOT the child of Mamie. He is the natural born son of myself, justthefacts2, and a minor Irish poet whose identity, I swear, shall ever remain a mystery. Alas, I misplaced my small son one day, after laying him down for his nap in an oversized duffel bag in the Mt. Tabor, New Jersey station of the now defunct Erie-Lackawanna railroad line - I fear some passenger, mistaking him for baggage, walked off with him, and I have been searching, heart-broken, ever since. I have now confirmed, however, beyond the shadow of a doubt, that Grizzabella is indeed that long-lost son, as there is a series of moles on his left buttock in the shape of Ursa Minor.
Salmon leap from the womb of the white sea you look on; they are calves, they are lambs of good color, in peace without slaughter.