<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/p7uOZ6q.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Chevis the Chic<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Name: Chevis the Chic<br/><br/><br/>”A stroke of genius?  My, that does sound like me…,” Chevis mused.<br/><br/>He was quite confused, though.  Surely she wasn’t speaking of how he denounced that other Chevis the Chic that people had gone around saying such terrible things about.  Chevis had heard some stories, and let him tell you that it was absolutely necessary to throw pastries at that palace-loving fool!  Even worse was that uppity upstart had the nerve to steal his face and his name for political purposes.<br/><br/>Chevis sighed, pitying the poor girl’s ability to tell the difference between Chevis the Chic that could do no wrong and the other Chevis the Chic that was simply a failure.  Still, he had recently been to the Manor District and knew the importance of etiquette.  It was best to pay her a complement.  ”Thank you, my dear, and let me tell you that your choice of wearing those fetching boots on your feet rather than your head is a mark of true intuition!  Why, did I ever tell you about the time I had declared boots the new earring??   It was a splendid, splendid fashion show until my poor models began to show signs of concussions from being kicked in the head by their own jewelry…”<br/><br/>’”Huh, I wonder…” Chevis paused mid-story, beginning to wonder if it was not he, but this other Chevis the Chic that had made such a terrible choice.  It certainly would make sense given how smooth of imperfections Chevis the Chic was.<br/><br/>And then, EGADS! whom should appear but a mermaid!!!!<br/><br/>Chevis, of course, had a history of not being fond for mermaids.  He much preferred the Sircod’s and Ma’amkral’s with their beautiful. fashionable fish heads and leggy bottoms, perfect for showing off pearled pleated pants.<br/><br/>Chevis breathed in, exasperated by the poor thing that was wearing a purple fit for last season; what’s worse, was that she had a human head fastened to her shoulders, bobbing around like some eyesore.  That head would likely start singing at any moment.  He couldn’t possibly handle that.<br/><br/>”You help me, my dear?  Oh no, no, no , no, no, no, no, no, NO, NO, NO, NO , NO, NO , NO, NO, NO, NO!!!!”  Chevis gasped, flailing his hands to the sky in either inspiration or a seizure.  It was difficult to tell.<br/><br/>”It is I who will help you!!!!”<br/><br/>And so he went off with quite the run (yet not a word,) first having his brilliant minions stitch and sew a brilliant fish mask to cover all the ugly human facial features mermaids have.  The Sircods that worked for him were all quite pleased at Chevis’ charity work: they too, felt bad for the poor unfortunate souls that walked around lacking the face of a trout.  With much salmon-skin and fishing net they were able to forge the mask, though.  Then, as a finishing touch they used thick-bellied mackerel around the mouth to create the look of full, kissable lips.  (More importantly, as far as Chevis was concerned, they were lips that would not move, so Jele would not have to feel compelled to do any of that dreadful mermaid crooning.)<br/><br/>He considered giving her a thingamabob to fix in her hair, but he reasoned that she already had twenty.<br/><br/>”Now my minions, we need to help with her dreadful fish legs, bring me a two-knee-fish!<br/><br/>”Do you mean a tuna fish, sir?”<br/><br/>”No, no, no, no… heavens know.  a Two-Knee Fish!  She needs to look like she can walk!  How would a tuna fish help with that?  We must fashion a dress of fish legs!”<br/><br/>”Oh… right…  His minion looked a bit skeptical about the existence of this fish, yet went right to work.<br/><br/>Though late in the day, Chevis returned to Jele’s favorite spot.  He hoped that she hadn’t done some terrorist act to take control of the docks, such as break into a power-ballad.  With a flourish he presented her fish mask and two-knee-fish dress, so that she pass for the more fortunate variety of sea creature.<br/><br/>”You my dear are ever so welcome!  No need to sing your thanks, please, please!  He kissed the air, hoping that the other Chevis the Chic had not done anything to undo his altruism and rapport.<br/>