"We're sorry," they told him. "Your fish is at another con."
Unhappily, the otter lingered a few more days at VancouFur, meeting all sorts of strange new people (and old friends too). When they asked him why he had no fish, he could only scowl into his drink.
He explored all over the hotel, but found no fish of any kind (though plenty of Church's Chicken).
One day he found a gathering of furries, all marching single file down corridors and through rooms. The otter was unpleasantly surprised to find the line did not lead to the fish buffet table, but to a large empty room!
Gruffily, he sat through several minutes of photos before stalking off, heading back to his lair in the woods empty-pawed.
Perhaps on future adventures he will find the fishy object of his desires!