"Yaguba," the little shark said.
"No one ever told me before that a Nobel Shark can speak human language, not even in textbooks."
"Because I'm a more noble type of Nobel Shark," the shark said, "in short... the aristocrat of sharks."
Cezar hesitated for a moment and asked quietly, "Then will you eat people? When my father first gave you to me, my brothers frightened me by saying that as long as it's a shark, it will eat human flesh, and that Nobel Sharks are no exception. Clearly, the books say that Nobel Sharks can grow up without eating anything."
"I don't eat human flesh, I'm a vegetarian shark, I eat plants," the shark paused and said softly, "I also eat Anecdote Fragments, you can feed those useless Anecdote Fragments to me."
"That's good then..." Cezar breathed a sigh of relief, "Wait a minute, you eat Anecdote Fragments?"
"Yes, yes!" The shark's tone was quite boastful, swaying its tail a bit.
