It's the beginning of a novel, no doubt about it.

(I'm assuming it should be 6 ft., but that's still almost 2 metres of...fish.  Swimming slowly through the murky waters...of the failed reactor's cooling ponds...and then it started: the howling.  Wolves!  My lord, I thought.  Why did I come here?  What drove me to stare at things that shouldn't be?

Well, I knew the answer: Edik.  But...he had become a fish--so huge, I knew I had to be hallucinating.  But there he was, swimming below the surface.

And how did I know it was Edik?

Well...like all fish, this one comes with a...tale...

Don't fight forces, use them R. Buckminster Fuller.