It was there all right. But what exactly was it? And how to possibly describe it.
Tiny pink hand-claws were holding a large cheerleader-style megaphone, haloed behind in what appeared to be a Jan Brady afro wig. The greater end was open toward the eight of us rowers. I could see down the tube, through the smaller end and beyond, and there spotted an exceedingly sharp pink nose and whiskers.
Visible below the opening was a torso covered with soft-looking grey fur, wearing a white cotton tank top. A puckering at mid-chest hinted at a training bra beneath.
Over its shoulders I could see a visibly morose man, eyes downcast and hopeless, sitting on the bow deck beating our rowing measure.
The mouse in the 'fro was talking nonstop.
Corporate accounts payable, Nina speaking. Just a moment. Corporate accounts payable, Nina speaking. Just a moment. Corporate accounts payable, Nina speaking. Just a moment. Corporate accounts payable, Nina speaking. Just a moment. Corporate accounts payable, Nina speaking. Just a moment. Corporate accounts payable, Nina speaking. Just a moment.
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I'll post this comment after I have a chance to check your spelling. :-)