Five or six small goldfish were doing their best to keep up with a tumbling mass of catfish. Perhaps recently dumped into the pond, they were doing their best to fit in--but failing. They were bumpkins at the disco.
The catfish party rolls along, leaving the puzzled carp behind. They swim to catch up, line up parallel to each other, obviously schooled in the art of schooling, but the catfish have no such discipline. They're there to rumble!