I started scratching the the shell. It wouldn't budge. I started beating on it - to no avail. I started pushing on it. It was flexible! It "gave" to my push. I pushed harder. It hardenned! I stopped to catch my breath.
I heard this scratching from the outside, "Fish? Fish? You in there fish?"
"Yeah! What is this thing?"
"Looks like a huge cocoon! How'd you get in there anyway?"
"I don't know! More importantly though, how am I supposed to get out?"
"We're working on it. Looks like there's a crack over here?"
"Over where?"
"Here, where I'm scratching."
"Okay. Let's try it!"
Fish began to feverishly push, scratch, beat the shell from the inside while Esteban did the same from the outside. But again, nothing happened.
"Hey, fish?"
"Yeah!"
"Nothing's happening!"
"I know. I don't think it's gonna' work."
"How about some C-4?"
"Not with ME in here, you don't!"
"I don't know, seemed like a good idea."
"Think again!"
"Well, listen, I gotta' go. There's a convergence going on in Toronto to mark the 32nd anniversary of the Plastic Ono Band's performance there."
"WHAT?"
That night, without any warning, the chysalis shattered! There was only one slight problem. Fish didn't realize that he had been suspended upside-down - and he fell on his head!