“Yes, a carp,” said Chicot, showing him the tempting bird.
“And since when has a carp had a beak?”
“A beak! do you see a beak? I only see a nose.”
“And wings?”
“Fins!”
“Feathers?”
“Scales, my dear Gorenflot, you are drunk.”
“Drunk! I, who have only eaten spinach and drunk water?”
“Well, your spinach has overloaded your stomach, and your water has mounted to your head.”
“Parbleu! here is our host, he shall decide.”