"Is it almost Krillmas?" Binga asked Mama excitedly.

Mama smiled at her salmon child. "Soon, my brilliant Binga! We need to wait for old Krill Kringle to arrive with presents for you and your brother."

Fort frowned. "Mama, I don't understand. Is old Krill Kringle's first name Krill, or do we call him that because he brings us krill? Or is he a krill himself?" Fort was very concerned.

"My fastidious Fort," Mama said, scooping him up and giving him a kiss on the cheek. "Those are great questions! Why don't you write him a letter and ask? I bet he would be happy you're so interested in his life."

Fort thought that was a very good idea and wrote it down in his good idea diary.