Your first dose of marginal goodness in this new year is found From the always inscrutable Smithfield Decretals (British Library MS Royal 10 IV) ((Home to such treasures as the justice-lovin’ hares, the sneak-attack bears, and a dozen other oddities that I’ll dole out over the coming year.)) :
Why must you war, centaur-men? Do you not see how alike you are? Yes, one of you chooses to fight with a fish, the other some sort of bent cauldron thing. Yes, one of you has a man’s face for an ass–actually, the less we focus on the ass the better.
Where was I? Oh yes. Think of how much you have in common! Apart from the whole two-legged front-heavy body plans you’ve got going on there. You both like red, don’t you? And robes that drape in the front and kind of look like forelegs but aren’t. That’s got to count for something!
(In other words, I have absolutely no clue what’s supposed to be going on here, but a man wielding a fish is neat enough to justify the post on its own. Feel free to try to make sense of it yourselves.)