Since the beginning of time, the ancient mangfish, a mythological creature, has gone through the ravages of devolution. According to jenky folklore, the mangfish was caught, supremely assing out. While exposing its belly to the warm sunlight, a nearby hawk swooped down and snatched mangfish for a hearty meal, only later to be so improperly disposed of into a bucolic inlet off the Hudson, north of the Tapanzee bridge.
Like a pheonix, mangfish rose from its predator’s remains. Through incredible wisdom, spirit and sheer will, mangfish was magically reborn, but only half as wise as before. Damned to a life of further less wit, the mang fish suffers obtuseness in exchange for longevity. An excruciating number of half lives later, mangfish becomes so dim witted that he is caught by an old man in Chinatown, fishing with dental floss and corn puffs cereal. Were the old man to have met this mangfish several generations earlier, he would have learned much of the world’s history. For in ancient times, emperors’ yearned for the mang fish’s wisdom and kept them in close counsel. The man in Chinatown did not experience any of it’s once great revelations, as devolution has been cruel to the mangfish over the centuries.
The All Species Foundation later identified the mangfish as the fish of lore, and were surprised at its current capabilities, or rather lack of, almost causing a reversal of its identification. Regardless of the outcome the man in Chinatown had a once-in-a-lifetime chance encounter with one of the world’s most obscure animals.
