The problem with the animals was that they wanted, as they put it, pussy. When the mosaicist understood that it was not actually cats they were after but women, he returned to his office adjacent to his studio and got on the phone to his opposite number in the sister city across the esturary. They discussed what to do. The girls came over in boats and turned the animals to stone. They boys all thanked the girls for their new statues. Don’t you think they look so nice like this all strong and stiff? The girls laughed and said, You can keep you fucking statues, got back in their boats and returned to their city. Everyone had a ball that night in the mosaic city. And congratulated themselves on having such good friends.