On my desk, I have a small sculpture of a demented puffer-fish. I have a friend who makes these as well as other larger crazy sea creatures. I helped her make some brochures once and as a gift she sent me a one of her smaller fish. She also gives each of her fish a name but this one arrived to us nameless. We thought that the row of bottom teeth seemed like a carton of french fries, or 'chips'. Down here in New Zealand there is manufacturer of chips that supplies several of the fish & chip shops that goes by the name of 'Mr. Chips'. It seemed perfect for our little guy.
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