Oh, my head!

As you may have noticed, the boy's ship o'fish contained a mighty big head.

Of what fish type I do not know.

What I do know is the noise of potential wastage by misguided Westerners.

As soon as my ears pricked to the rustling noise of a plastic garbage bag being sourced, I ran (the two steps) to my kitchen, wrestled the head out of the startled boy's hands and plopped it into the pot.

Miso soup, anyone?