Perhaps you will recollect the seal in the Zoological Gardens, which used to come out of its pond at the call of the French sailor to whom it belonged, and, climbing up while he sat on a chair, put its fins round his neck and give him a kiss.
"Stories of Animal Sagacity"
W.H.G. Kingston
It had fins and a tail, but no scales.
"Long Ago, Far Away"
William Fitzgerald Jenkins AKA Murray Leinster
The heavy, red salmon runs in the fall of the year, from August to November, and the heads of all the streams, even to the little brooks among the mountains, are filled with ugly, dark, yellow-and-white spotted fish pushing their way upward, until I have seen five huge fish in a tiny pool too shallow to cover their back-fins.
"Two Years in Oregon"
Wallis Nash