Now the underwater ballet starts when the Mudcat looks out of his hipbath, wishing for the Mississippi, when by ancient occult arts (ie the front of stage lighting dims, and the lighting behind the scenery brightens, revealing (for it is a transparent curtain), a scene beneath the rolling surface of the muddy river. The audience, bemused by the kiddiewinks renditions of passing crayfish, yet more catfish and other such creatures waving through the magically clear waters, do not notice as the curtain lifts into the (I used to know the names of all the parts of the theatre...)(Oh yes, the flies), and the dancers, to "The Aquarium" by Saint-Saens (for this is a tasteful part of the panto), quiver their way forward in the subdued cyan lighting, to draw the mudcat from its bath, to dance off into the ethereal distance and the wings.