The Wrong Room

Early this morning I woke up to find a Spanish dwarf in my bedroom, standing in the corner next to my fish tank. I looked at the tank and saw that it was fishless. 

“What have you done with my fish?” I said.

The Spanish dwarf dodged my question, and instead replied with one of his own:

“Have I told you lately that I love you?”

“No.” I said. "I've never seen you before.”

“Then how did you know I was from Spain?”

“I guessed from your accent.” I said.

“Actually, I'm from Catalonia. Do you not recognise the hat?”

The dwarf was wearing a red Barretina: a classic piece of Catalonian headgear. I should have know. Damn, I can be such an unobservant fool in the morning!  

“I'm sorry,” I said. “But you haven't answered my question. What have you done with my fish?”

“If I told you, I'd have to kill you,” said the Spanish dwarf from Catalonia.

“But I thought you loved me.”

“I thought so too. But I think I've got the wrong room. Is your name Nina Juanita Gomez Garcia Castro?"

"No, it's Gerry."

"Oh, then this is definitely the wrong room. Sorry to have bothered you."

With that the Catalonian dwarf promptly left my room, and I managed to fall back to sleep. When I re-awoke a few hours later, my fish was happily swimming in his tank and a small red Catalonian hat was lying on the floor next to it.