The Beasts of Wawanakwa

Introduction
This is a series of short stories from the perspective of the animals of TDI in the style of The Canterbury Tales. The first story is from the very first episode, and I’ll try to keep the animals’ stories in the same order as they appeared in the show.

Also, thank you very much to whomever nominated Beasts of Wawanakwa for the Wiki Awards, and many thanks to all the wonderful people who voted for it, too. I'm very grateful for everyone's kindness on this wiki! ;)

Review
This was an absolutely heartwarming comment on these Tales by Rhonda in July 2012:

''A really great story. It is original (winning an award for best original concept :P) and has an interesting and creative take on things. It is heartwarming and gives you great images in your head. The story telling is great, and it really gets you invested in the story, characters and really invests your emotions. - Rhonda''

I needed to put this beautiful review somewhere so I could read it as often as I wanted to! x)

"Try as I may, I am but a flawed human being, unlike the Gull." - Frank "Gull is unflawed."

Frank said this in Chat, and it made me giggle. :)

The Seagull's Tale
Not so many years ago near an island not very far away, a seagull was hunting for fish. He was having a rather average day when, for no apparent reason he started having trouble flying. Somehow, something had gotten hold of his neck.

''Scree! Scree!'' The poor middle-aged seagull was fighting for his life against the thing around his neck. He was having a little trouble breathing and so tried to fly away from it with no luck. Finally, he got so tired he stopped fighting. He began to realize that it wasn’t hurting him, but it was still holding on tight. He was near shore so he decided to come ashore to rest and try to figure out what to do.

It was a bright blue day with a light breeze, so floating ashore was no problem in itself, but he began to notice many other things floating ashore with him, and none of them were fish. They weren’t anything else he recognized, either, but they weren’t attacking him, so he just kept his eyes on them and they all traveled gently to shore.

The beach sand was nice and warm and he began to get drowsy, but was keenly aware of the sand crabs, which were normally no problem. However, since he couldn’t fly right now he needed to keep far away from them.

He decided to try to work his way free from the ‘thing’ again, and was concentrating so hard on that that he didn’t notice the human coming towards him until too late. ''Scree! Scree!'' he screamed, but the human had pinned his wings to his sides, so all he had were his feet and beak to fight with. The human protected itself from his beak by getting a hold of his neck. The human wasn’t hurting him, but he knew that should come next.

He was so scared he thought he might pass out, but when he pooped on the human in terror instead he realized this might let him escape. No such luck.

He finally froze in terror and hoped that the humans – he had just noticed the second one – would let him go. He watched them closely for any signs of what they might do with him.

“Hey, Reddy, this poor gull has a plastic six-pack ring around its throat. Wanna help me get it off? Eeww, ick! It’s so scared it pooped on me. Aww.”

“Poor thing. Hey! Help me out here, Rhonda, I’ve got a great idea! Since we’re scouting spots for the cameras to film from, we could add our own ‘Don’t Pollute’ message right now! We’ve gotta figure out how best to film this.”

Rhonda washed off in the shallow water while Reddy held the gull, then they both walked around the shoreline as quickly as they could while carrying their cameras and extra passenger. They were hunting for the best vantages and views to help deliver their message.

They knew better than to consult with the higher-ups, since that would likely cause a conference on what to do about not only the seagull, but the litter-ridden beach this camera crew was tromping on. That could take hours, if not days, and these two filmmakers had a seagull to save. Not to mention the shorelines and lake. And it was all now possible due to an unlucky bird with perfect timing.

They had been planning to only film the pristine parts of the island to make it seem more exotic, but this would be much better.

They finally found the perfect location and put the broken bottle into the sand. They considered putting the aluminum can there, too, but thought that was overkill. They didn’t want it looking staged, after all. Next, they had to figure out how to film the poor, helpless seagull without it taking off and ruining their picture.

“If we use that ‘paper tape’ and tape its wings and feet to its body, it won’t be able to do much of anything, and the tape will come off without hurting its feathers,” suggested Rhonda hopefully. “One of us will still have to stay near it in case it gets free, though.”

“You’ve gained its trust, or at least its not so terrified anymore, so why don’t you do that and I’ll film. Just watch your shadows, though. Wouldn’t want to put the bird through this twice, eh?” responded Reddy.

“Right. I think I’ve still got a roll of it in my bag here. Sure works great for putting those X’s on things like that big stage. Never considered using it on an animal before, though.”

They put the tape carefully on the gull together, making sure it wouldn’t be visible at a distance, then Reddy moved back to the camera, already in position. They waited for the perfect wave set, and Rhonda put the bird gently in the water. The poor gull watched Reddy and the camera with tired resignation. It was washed gently onto shore, where it gave a single call, sounding almost bored. A few moments later another wave scooped it back into the water.

Reddy started to worry about it. “Maybe we should feed it before we let it go. Don’t know how long it’s had that thing on its neck, after all.”

Rhonda agreed, and they got a few more shots of the gull just sitting in the water with the plastic, made very visible by the play of sunshine and shadow caused by the waves.

“These are great shots!” murmured Reddy as Rhonda waded out to get the bird.

The seagull had stayed terrified for awhile, but slowly calmed down when nothing happened to him. He was still tired, but since he was being carried he just watched everything around him moving by. Finally he began to doze. Even their voices were lulling him to sleep.

He woke up when they stopped walking. They were working in the sand with one of the unknown things, and seemed excited. Their excited noise was making him start to be scared again, but they didn’t seem to notice him much. Then they finished working in the sand and both looked at him.

They started looking at his feet and wings and neck, but not in a scary way. More as if they were confused, like they didn’t know what he was. Maybe that thing on him confused them, too? Maybe they were trying to figure out how to get it off of him?

The human that had held him the whole time gave him to the second human. That made him nervous. His human began to paw at a small thing it had carried the whole time, then pulled something out of it. Both humans were interested in the small, whitish, round thing, and started attacking it and pulling it apart. They were rather gentle about it, though, like they were worried they were going to scare him.

Too late.

His human held some of the white stuff towards him. Food? But then it started putting the white stuff against his feet and around his wings! Fight?! But it was too late. His feet and wings were held against his body by this white stuff now. It didn’t hurt, but now he really couldn’t fly.

The human holding him looked at his feet and wings again, then gave him back to his human - the one that had put this bad stuff on him. His human waded into the water near where they had dug in the sand and looked at the second human, who was walking on the beach.

His human waited for a little while, then put him into the water and let him go. He couldn’t paddle or use his wings at all, so the waves carried him onto the sand. He just looked at the human on land, and since he felt so helpless had to let out a cry of despair. He barely noticed when another wave came and scooped him off the beach. There was nothing he could do about it anyway.

He just stared in whatever direction he was facing, but kept his eyes on the two humans. His human waded out deeper to pick him up. He tried to bite it, but couldn’t control his body’s position so naturally missed.

It picked him up and took him back to land, where both humans looked at him like they were still confused. His human removed the white stuff, and that didn’t hurt, but now he was afraid again. He knew something more was coming because they still didn’t let him go.

Reddy and Rhonda were both worried enough about this seagull that they wanted to have a vet look at it. “Look at the water it’s had to live in!” exclaimed Rhonda. “Besides, I don’t know if canned sardines in oil are good for it.”

“Look at it – it’s scared to death of us,” retorted Reddy. “A trip to the vet could finish this poor thing off in itself. Besides, how bad can canned sardines really be for it?” He held out one of the aforementioned sardines he’d bought for his own lunch. The seagull wanted nothing to do with it and turned its head away.

“Let’s let the vet see if its throat is hurt, at least,” said Rhonda. “That thing could’ve been on there for days.”

They’d borrowed some scissors from The Tuck Shoppe. It was the same place they’d purchased their lunch. They carefully cut the plastic off of the seagull’s throat. The problem was that their gull hadn’t reacted much, as though it didn’t realize its noose was gone. Both of them were worried that if they set the gull free now it would die just from the stress it’d been through today.

“All it needs is some time to calm down and de-stress – somewhere quiet,” suggested Reddy.

“The boathouse is probably the one place here no one wants to be,” opined Rhonda. “And you can hear the waves pretty well,” she added with a grin. “That ought to make our seagull feel right at home!”

“I’ll put together a box for him and we can let him de-stress alone, off the ground. Then we can film it all from a good distance away,” added Reddy with a smile of his own.

The humans had carried him towards a building, and the other human went inside. His human waited outside, still holding him snug enough to keep him from getting away. When the other human came back, they held him and his neck and did something to his neck. He was just so tired of fighting …

They ate after that. Tried to offer him something, but he still remembered that white stuff they offered him that held his feet and wings, and turned his head away.

His human and the other one went different ways. His human set him down, but he was about the same height as before. Then water started pouring on him. It felt good. He was thirsty so he opened his beak for a drink. That felt really good. He started to relax, some, and look around.

Scrik?! he chirped in surprise. He could move his neck again without that ‘thing’ moving with him. He started seeing if he could move more, and if he could raise his wings. Screek! He could! He was so happy! He was free!

But, he was still with his human. He started to flee, then saw the second human coming towards him. He was still too in shock to fly, so he jumped to the ground. His human was faster and gathered him up. The second human joined them.

Both humans hurried towards the open water, still holding him. They stopped near the shore and put him on the ground. He was confused, but free, so tried to prepare his wings to fly and hurried towards the shore. Suddenly, instinct told him to stop and see where the humans were and what they were doing now. They were standing still, so he did, too.

The humans didn’t move, except for the second human moving that thing around on its shoulder while still staring at him. His wings were finally ready to fly and he reached the top of the tall thing they were near. He could finish feeling better here, in safety, where the sun and breeze would help.

The humans didn’t come any closer, but they were still focused on him, which made him uneasy. He finished stretching his wings and stared back at them. He cried screek! at them because it was a great stress reliever. Also because he was still a bit mad at them for messing with him.

He stared at them a moment more, memorizing where NOT to be in the future, then turned and took off towards the lake where he could catch some dinner.

Rhonda had wanted to get the bird to drink something. She’d read that drinking water reduces the severity of shock, and that animals are especially susceptible to the effects of it. Also, it was midday, so cooling the bird down would probably help it anyway. She turned on the outdoor hose just enough to get a stream, then put the zombie-like bird on the nearest outdoor table of The Tuck Shoppe and let the hose pour some water on it.

The bird started to react! It drank some water and started to “wake up.”

Hooray! thought Rhonda.

Suddenly the seagull seemed to realize that plastic noose was off its neck. It started moving around a lot. Too much.

This area was a high “people-traffic” zone, and Rhonda and Reddy preferred to keep this bird a secret from the others because too many questions could lead to involvement by the higher-ups. Or more questions, like, “You were doing WHAT while you were supposed to be scouting camera angles and locations?” Possibly leading to, “You’re fired!” which would mean all their hard work today would never make it to the screen.

She dropped the hose and scooped up the bird before it got away. Then she spotted Reddy coming their way and rushed towards him. They both hurried towards the boathouse as she told him how the cold water had revitalized their gull. He explained that he was returning so soon because the boathouse was locked, so he couldn’t make a birdhouse.

They stopped near the boathouse and Rhonda set their bird down. The gull flapped its wings and hurried towards the water. Then it stopped, turned around and looked at them for a moment, as if to say ‘thank you.’

Reddy was true to his name and was already beginning to film their gull as it got ready to leave. He stayed focused on their seagull when it flew to the top of the boathouse, and kept filming as it slowly flapped its wings, preparing for flight in the bright sun with a gentle breeze blowing past, which lightly ruffled its feathers.

“This is the perfect ending to our ‘Day of the Gull',” Reddy gushed. “The lighting is perfect and we have a great view of the cliff in the background behind our seagull!” Just then, their seagull cried screek! quite loudly at them.

He’s saying “Thank you! and Goodbye,” Reddy gushed again, near tears because of the excellence of the ending to their film and all their hard work that day. Also because they were saying goodbye to a new friend whose life they’d saved.

Rhonda, also near tears, said, “I’m glad we were there for him. And I’m gonna miss him.” Then she burst into tears because they’d probably never see him again.

Several days later, Reddy and Rhonda were screening their ‘Day of the Gull’. The other camera operators were agog at the simple, yet elegant tale it told, and were thrilled to be a part of the screening.

Word got around, as Reddy and Rhonda had hoped it would, and some of the executives wanted to see it, too. Naturally there were various opinions voiced, but it was almost a unanimous vote that the seabird washing up to the beach with the plastic 6-pack binder on its neck should be a part of the show. It was a great attention grabber and might make older demographics sit up and take notice of this show, too. Unbeatable PR and free publicity to boot!

Gull was wandering the beach hoping to find another one of those things that got caught around his neck. If he could show everybirdy else what to watch out for, he’d be a hero to his fellow fish-eaters. He couldn’t tell his tale to them often enough. There were always more birds to gather round as he told of his adventure on the island. And over the course of his re-tellings, he realized that those humans had in fact helped him by getting that thing off his neck.

He never got tired of telling that tale, but he never wanted to re-live it, either.

The Buck's Tale
Far above the land a few clouds were floating lazily along and the sun was sparkling back from a rather large lake. It was a mild summer day and many animals were lolling about, munching on whatever they fancied, and just enjoying the serenity of it all.

A herd of deer were near the lake, some having their first drink of water that morning. They would soon leave for the pinewood forest nearby to escape the heat of the day. A breeze could be heard stirring through the pine boughs and making the waves lap the beach. Squirrels and chipmunks nearby could be heard chittering and birds were calling and singing. It was a truly peaceful day.

They didn’t notice at first, but a dull roar began from far away, slowly coming closer. When they did notice they began moving towards the forest. There they could watch and be safe from whatever was making the unnatural noise.

The noise got louder, and finally revealed itself to be coming from a boat. It motored up to the dock and let several people out, each carrying lots of equipment. They went different ways, each with a purpose. They unpacked their equipment and turned it into lights, microphones, cameras, and lots of wires attached to the equipment. Then the people began milling about, waiting for something else to happen.

The animals were curious. When people came here, they were usually loud, smaller humans that from a distance sounded like a flock of seagulls. A few full-grown humans accompanied them, and they made for the wooden buildings nearby. Oftentimes, the kids and animals would be friends, and the animals enjoyed the tasty treats the kids fed them.

These all looked like full-grown humans, and only a couple of them went towards the cabins.

Most of the animals went back to feeding, but a few wandered closer to the people. Some were just curious but others remembered how yummy the treats were that the kids gave them.

Soon the reason for all the people and equipment became clear. Another boat pulled up with a person, and she sounded the same as the kids that used to come here – high-pitched and excited. She rushed up to the adult on the dock and gave him a big hug.

More kids came, one to a boat, and soon there were a lot of kids. These were older than the kids that used to come here, but they were obviously kid-like. They all fell in the water when the dock collapsed, but none seemed hurt, and they all rushed to the cabins and communal washroom. When they emerged, some time later, most of the animals had wandered away to find a good resting spot during the heat of the day.

One lone buck, however, had really enjoyed the company of the kids in the past, and stayed out of sight but close by. Soon the kids were all near the fire-pit by the docks. One of his favorite kids had loved feeding him lightly toasted marshmallows and graham crackers here, and, even though those were a sticky mess, this buck started to drool when he saw the kids were all sitting around the pit.

Since he was reminiscing about the treats he failed to notice when one of the kids started to come near him. This boy was wearing lots of black and some yellowish clothing, with some green hair on his head that seemed almost like grass. He was well camouflaged, for the most part, and was very stealthy, without actually creeping, which would have set off all the buck’s alarms.

He seemed to want to be friends with the buck, but when he was near enough, put out his hand, which snaked around the buck’s neck, and held him fast. Then he used his other hand to rub the buck’s forehead. It hurt some, because the boy was using his knuckles to do the rubbing.

This was not friendly, but the buck didn’t want to hurt the boy. It was almost like the boy wanted to be a buck and fight with his antlers, but without antlers this was the best he could do. Maybe he was claiming this area as his own. Either way, this buck wanted no part of these kids anymore.

The adult was making announcements and the kids started moving around. Soon, the boy took notice of the adult’s words, let him go, and moved over to stand with some of the other kids.

The buck just ran back towards the woods. He looked back once to see what was happening, and the boy seemed to have forgotten about him. The human buck had claimed his territory, and the whitetail buck respected it. He was really going to miss those yummy treats, though.

He rejoined his herd and told them about the kids and the boy in particular. They were all curious about that, so spent some time over the next several days watching them, but didn’t go near the kids or the camp again.

They did notice that one by one all but two of the kids left camp on another boat. Then they all came back again and walked all over the peninsula in groups. This was near the end of the summer. Near the end of that day, a bunch of them ended up in the water at the end of the dock, almost like the time they had all arrived at the beginning of the summer.

Maybe it was just as well all the deer had stayed away from them. They were crazy!

The Loon's Tale
It was dawn on a calm, early summer day near the edge of a big beautiful lake. A large flock of birds was gathering. There was nothing unusual about that, but what was unusual were the many different kinds of birds that were gathering in the same area together – ducks and geese, seabirds, wading birds and even some birds of prey. They weren’t eating, mating or caught in a trap – they were watching a seagull that was standing on top of one of the rocks.

The seagull was being patient and waiting for more birds to join them. Soon, he began his tale about getting something caught around his neck and the strange humans that held him captive all day. Then about them finally getting the thing off his neck and letting him go. Some of the audience had heard Gull’s tale already, but many hadn’t.

Many birds asked questions about the thing around his neck, and Gull answered the flock’s questions as best he could.

“What were you doing when you first noticed it?” asked a duck. Catching fish was his reply.

“What did it look like?” asked a wader. Gull had finally found another thing like the one he’d gotten caught around his neck, and he held it up for all to see.

“Oooooooh,” responded the flock.

“Could I feel it?” asked another seagull.

“Can you bite through it?” asked a bird of prey.

Soon the plastic 6-pack holder was being passed through the crowd – carefully. No one wanted to have to search out any humans, since even the birds of prey couldn’t bite through this thing.

They all got to feel it and see it up close. No one could pull it apart or do any real damage to it, and they were all grateful to the seagull for telling them his adventure and helping to protect them. Soon they all began to scatter in order to find food, and to tell others what they had learned that morning.

A few birds stayed in order to ask more questions, mostly about the humans. The gulls wanted to know about the places the humans gathered to eat, the birds of prey wondered if any small, furry animals gathered there, and the ducks and waders wondered whether the humans were feeding birds bread or corn or fish anywhere.

Gull mentioned that the humans went into a particular building for food, and that they had offered him a fish to eat, but he was so scared that he didn’t notice much else about that place. He further commented that the humans didn’t hurt him at all, but these were the only two humans he saw that day, so other humans could’ve been doing anything elsewhere.

A loon asked if the two humans were a couple.

“They seemed to be. They did everything together and were helping each other with me,” replied Gull with a visible shudder.

“Did you notice if they did anything special for each other?” asked the loon shyly.

Gull began to suspect that this young loon was looking for a mate, and hoping Gull’s adventure with the humans would provide a way to win over a mate. It was late spring, after all, so if you didn’t have a mate yet, you might not get one at all this year.

Gull remembered the bag that one of them searched through for the stuff they wrapped around his wings and feet, and thought of something that might help.

“One of them had bright red stuff it put on its mouth. It had the red stuff in a shiny stick, and it put it on its mouth a couple of times that I noticed,” remembered Gull. “The other one carried Redlips’ things across the rocks for it once, too. And Redlips stayed with me while the other one went to get food for both of them.”

Now Gull was thinking a whole boatload of new thoughts about that day. Did they want to adopt him as their child? Nesting seagulls often have a spot on their beak for their babies to peck at so they can be fed. It turns bright red for some seagulls, and returns to a dull orangey color during the rest of the year.

Was Redlips hoping he’d peck its mouth for food? The other one didn’t put red on its mouth. Was it the male? Seagulls generally look identical year-round, but some animals don’t. Maybe they wanted him to be their child? But he was already an adult, with a nest and a mate. Maybe the humans didn’t know that. What wonderful humans they were if he was right.

The birds had been watching him think, and all stayed silent while he finished thinking his thoughts.

“We should fly over to the food place, and maybe I can find another stick with red stuff in it for you,” Gull burst out suddenly, startling all the remaining flock.

“Um, okay,” replied the loon, since it was her question that had resulted in this response. “I’ll need to land somewhere high, though, while you look for the red thing, since I have trouble taking off from low places without water.”

“Okay,” replied Gull distractedly as he started taking off towards the food building.

The rest of the birds, though confused by this turn of events since Gull never wanted to go near the humans again, were willing to fly to the food supply with him.

Many years ago, lots of humans came often, usually in the summer, but few birds were old enough to remember back that far. It seemed that the humans had returned in force, though, since there were about a dozen people there now, and another two tables added out in front of the building.

The humans were too busy to really notice the strange flock of birds that came to roost on various nearby perches. Some humans were eating, others hauling boxes, and one was directing the people with the boxes. Most humans seemed to be hauling stuff into the building from one of the boats at the docks.

None of the humans had bright red lips, but the birds were more interested in what food was being eaten. They were patient, and eventually the commotion was over and everyone was gone or inside the building.

The seagulls and ducks looked for crumbs under the tables, the birds of prey were interested in small mammals and fish, so they looked for chipmunks and squirrels near the tables, and the wading birds didn’t see anything of interest here. The loon kept looking for someone with red lips, and waited for Gull to come back with information.

The crumb cleanup crew finished, the squirrel-types had seen the birds of prey so stayed hidden, and the loon was beginning to loose patience, so she gave a brief hoot to remind Gull that she was still there.

Gull came to Loon and they decided to look for more people elsewhere. The rest of the birds decided to go their own way for the rest of the day.

There were plenty of people down by the boats, and one of them was Redlips! Gull wasn’t sure what to think of his human – that he now believed to be a ‘her’ – but decided to try to look inside her bag for the red stick. Unfortunately it was attached to her middle. Gull looked for the male from that fateful day, and eventually located him, too, but the two weren’t together for now, so he wouldn’t be carrying her bag.

When the humans stopped for lunch, Gull’s two humans were together, talking and eating at that table. Fortunately, none of the many humans were paying much attention to anything else, and Gull went under the table to where Redlips was sitting. He saw her bag, but he couldn’t see into it, or even see an opening. He left the way he came, unseen, and waited, hidden nearby.

When his two humans had finished their meal, the male, whom Gull had begun to think of as Palelips, picked up the unwanted parts of their food and threw them into a tall metal circle next to the building. The table was now empty except for Redlips. Meanwhile, Redlips looked inside her bag and pulled out the small stick Gull wanted!

As Redlips began to put another layer of red on her lips, Gull flew from his perch to her table. She was startled enough when he landed to put out her hands to stop him from coming closer, but not to grab him. He easily plucked the stick out of her hand, but he was gentle enough not to hurt her. He was not going to be caught again, either, though, and flew off before Redlips or Palelips could reach him. As he was leaving the table, he heard Redlips say something to Palelips, and it didn’t sound angry Gull was happy to note.

“Darn bird scared the heck outta me,” Rhonda complained to Reddy as he came up beside her. “Probably thought my lipstick was food, poor thing. I sure hope it doesn’t eat it,” she continued worriedly.

“Makes me think of our gull,” commented Reddy distractedly as he watched the seagull fly away. Then to Rhonda he said, “It’s hard and metal, so he’ll probably drop it pretty soon. Great!” he added sarcastically, “More trash on the island.”

“Funny that the seagull actually took it out of my hand,” Rhonda commented. “People haven’t been here for years, except to maintain the electricity and plumbing in these buildings, so the birds either aren’t scared of people, or they followed us.”

“You’re okay, right?” Reddy asked Rhonda.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” she replied, smiling at Reddy. “Thanks. It could’ve really hurt me, but it seemed careful just to get my lipstick. It seemed to realize we were two separate things. Nice bird. Good karma.”

“Maybe that one is used to people and trash, and just happened to be over here today.” Reddy gave Rhonda a brief hug, relieved that she was unhurt. “I’m really glad we helped one of them, too. Hopefully, with our little film, we’ll help clean up beaches and oceans all over the world, and save a lot more than just birds.”

Rhonda smiled again. “I need some more lipstick. Wanna come with?”

“Sure,” Reddy smiled back.

After their purchase at The Tuck Shoppe, they both looked to where the seagull had disappeared from view, reminiscing to themselves as they walked hand-in-hand back to the boat, where there was a lot more work waiting.

Gull landed on a wide, clear stretch of beach and waited for Loon to land in the water and make her way up to him.

“Here ya go,” said Gull proudly as he presented the red stick to Loon. “Those two humans were the same ones that saved me from the neck-thing while my mate and I were working on our nest. We’ve got eggs now, so I’m glad they found me,” Gull stated with less agitation than when he’d talked this morning. “I’m really glad I got to see them again,” he concluded.

“Thanks a lot,” said Loon. “I didn’t think you’d take us on an adventure when I asked my question. I just hoped I could get guy advice,” chuckled Loon, somewhat embarrassed by the results of her question. “That was really great, though. We got to see where the humans eat, and we even got to see how she made her lips red. I’ve gotta try that,” added Loon.

“I’m glad I could help,” replied Gull. “I hope you come back and tell me if it worked, when you get a chance.”

“I will,” responded Loon. “Now I just have to figure out how to put this on like she did. I need a place to keep it, too, so it doesn’t get stuff on it.”

“I know just the place,” said Gull. “Follow me.”

Gull had seen his people working on a wooden box together, and had noticed a large, flat shiny thing on the wall while the side of the box was open. He knew that flat shiny things let you see yourself, just like still water.

They flew down to the docks again, and there was the narrow, tall box that Redlips and Palelips were working on together. When they finished, Redlips put more red on her lips while looking at the shiny reflection, then put her red stick back in her bag.

“And that’s how you do it,” said Gull to Loon, in the tree where they were hidden. “I’m gonna take off now and get some lunch. Whatever you do, don’t let them catch you, and maybe hide it in your nest.”

“I will, and thanks again!” said Loon back.

Gull and Loon went their separate ways for lunch. Loon didn’t return until the next day, hoping that the human traffic had died down.

It was quiet except for a slight buzz that Loon figured were insects, since it was dawn and she saw a lot of flies inside the box. There weren’t any humans around, so she went in with her red stick and got up on the shelf where the shiny circle was hanging on the wall.

She held the red stick with one wing while she looked at her reflection, and didn’t have any problems. The red stuff slid around the tip of her beak as easily as a fish, and looked really pretty. She was almost finished when her reflection moved and made a hum/whir sound. Loon froze and just looked at her reflection. She noticed that she had a pretty red eye that didn’t match the actually pink stick.

She quickly jumped down and ran out to the water where she was able to take off. She kept hold of her pink stick in her beak and flew back to her nest. It was probably nothing that had scared her, but there was only one way out of that box, so she just used it. Besides, she couldn’t see out from the inside.

She should go see Gull, and tell the flock how nice the pink stick was, and let them see it, too. Maybe the male loon she really liked would be there, too!

She brought the pink stick to show the other birds, and decided that their overall reaction would tell her whether it worked or not for attracting mates.

When she flew in, all the birds welcomed her, then couldn’t stop looking at her pink beak tip. ‘What could make her beak that color pink?’ was what most of them were thinking. All of the birds thought it was attractive, partly because it was so different. The male she really liked thought so, too, and he was young and still looking for a mate, just like her.

The friendly attention finally made her brave enough to ask if he would be her mate, and he hooted ‘yes.’ He was shy just like she was! She hooted joyously in return. They were going to have some beautiful chicks this summer, and it was all thanks to the courage of Gull, and that lovely human’s pinklip stick!

Rhonda had gotten up early to test the sensitivity of the microphone in the confession booth. It was all ready to go, just needed some calibration tweaks. She heard some scrabbling in the confession booth and figured it was a rat, so she turned on the camera’s record button so she could adjust volume as it moved from area to area. She was watching the sound recordings, so didn’t notice what was being filmed.

Rhonda didn’t hear any more scrabbling noises, so she figured the animal had left. She was going to turn off the recording when she saw what was being filmed in the confession booth. She was so startled that she hit zoom or something on the camera controls and startled the loon putting on her lipstick. The poor loon jumped down and scooted out of the booth.

Rhonda was in shock, but rushed out onto the boat’s deck to see where the loon went. She was just in time to see it take off over the lake at full speed. She went back inside to see if she’d just imagined what she thought she saw, and played the confession cam recording. She hadn’t imagined it! Maybe she was going crazy. She’d wait for Reddy to come back and show him this recording and let him decide.

Reddy was working on some of the other hidden cameras nearby, making sure they worked perfectly and were picking up sounds the way they were supposed to. His favorites were hidden in the trees and on rooftops, where they could pick up the sounds and sights of nature.

They’d all been recording the previous day so the focus and sound could be adjusted for maximum clarity. Reddy played them all at once so the volume and pictures could be synchronized for TV. When the flock of birds came in, no one had noticed, but now Reddy saw that they were together – eagles, hawks, ducks, geese, herons, pelicans and seagulls flew in together and gathered in the trees and on the rooftops.

Maybe they were all curious as to what the workers were doing? Reddy kept playing the recordings. The ducks and gulls ate what people had dropped, the pelicans and herons left, and eventually so did the hawks and eagles. One seagull and one loon stayed longer than the others, but they finally left, too. The gull and loon had acted like friends, then left together. Odd.

Reddy finished modulating the feeds and saving the settings, then thought through what he might say to Rhonda about the strange bird behavior. He was smiling to himself as he walked back to the boat and into the recording room that he and Rhonda worked in now.

Rhonda jumped up, almost screaming that he had to see something. Reddy forgot all about what he was going to say to her as she pushed him towards the confession cam TV’s. She flipped a switch to show him the picture and sound, and they watched a loon climb up onto the shelf where the camera in the confession booth was located.

That was startling in itself, since loons enjoy the wide open areas of lakes. Why did it come inside the small booth? As soon as Reddy thought that, his question was answered, although the answer was a complete surprise.

The loon looked around and listened, then picked up something off camera. It came back into the picture holding a small lipstick! In its wing! Then it began putting that lipstick onto the tip of its beak! It was actually quite adept considering that it didn’t have hands, thought Reddy.

“Wait a minute,” blurted Reddy. “Isn’t that your lipstick? The one that that seagull stole today?”

Rhonda was staring at him like he had two heads. “There’s a loon putting on lipstick, and your question is if it’s mine?! Well, yeah, it’s mine, but the seagull stole it, so how’d that loon get it? And why’s it putting it on its lips-beak, I mean? At least we have it on film so we don’t think we’re completely bonkers,” blathered Rhonda.

“We should show this to our bosses,” responded Reddy. “This’ll get on TV for sure!”

“Hunh,” Rhonda sighed, exasperated. She couldn’t believe her ears. These birds were acting organized, and all Reddy wanted to do was show it to the execs.

“When I was working this morning, I saw a seagull and a loon act like buddies on the recordings from yesterday. You need to see this.” Reddy showed her the recordings of the big flock, and where the seagull and the loon were together.

“This is strange,” offered Rhonda. Reddy agreed. “It’s kinda creepy, too, like the birds are planning something.”

“Like Hitchcock’s The Birds, replied Reddy. “Maybe we should just pretend we never saw it and let someone else ‘discover’ it.”

“Sounds good to me,” agreed Rhonda with a slight shudder.

A couple of days later, one of the interns had to be rushed to the hospital for shock, and the producers thought, ‘Ratings!’ So the loon with the lipstick aired, and bits of the flock of birds aired, too, but no one thought anything more of it, except for two camera operators and a lot of birds.

Speaking English
The beautiful blonde walked into the cabin by the lake and began searching through one of her bags for her straightening iron.

While she was looking down, she noticed movement out of the corner of her eye. Something was moving on the floor, and it was starting to move towards her. She straightened a bit to get a better look at it.

“AAAAAAAAAAAaaaaaaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!” she screamed as she jumped up onto a small stool as far away from the hideous beast as she could get. The small living thing on the floor was looking straight at her and didn’t seem at all bothered by her scream, except for the movement of its long antennae.

The whole camp had heard her scream and come running. They all peeked into her cabin to see what had frightened her so badly, but all they could see was a single cockroach between her and the door.

The football player squealed like a little girl and jumped onto a bunk, breaking it. Then the skinny red-headed boy tried to stomp on the bug, the skinny black-haired girl jumped onto a bunk when the roach came near her feet, the hefty dark-haired girl tried to stomp on the beast and back closer towards the wall, and finally, as the creature raced towards the door, the green-haired boy raised an axe and brought it down on the unfortunate animal, cleaving it in two.

This is the story we, the fans of TDI, all know. Here, at last, is the story all us animal lovers have long waited for:
 * The Cockroach's Tale


 * (cue intro music, played by crickets)


 * Fellow roaches, this learnin’s fun
 * I now can speak human!
 * I’ve wondered how easy it would be
 * For even a single human to hear me!
 * I want to be human.


 * I want to live close to people
 * Partly because they keep us warm and full
 * Time to greet them in the cabin today
 * Cause it’s time to say,


 * “I want to be human!”


 * Na nananaa nanananaa nanananananaa
 * I want to be, I want to be, I want to be human
 * I want to be, I want to be, I want to be human
 * [squeaks theme music]

Rochelle’s first memories from her youth were of playing and laughing with her many brothers and sisters, and the beauty of the wood paneling just outside their den. She and her siblings would run along the wavy lines that wound everywhere in the big room. They would often have races to see who could reach the other side of the cavern first! And there were so many cracks to hide in and explore that they could do that for days and nights.

When they got bored, they would explore outside. They loved the outdoors in nice weather! The sights, sounds and smells made playing an adventure. There were always new things to explore, and they loved exploring together. The grass was fairly peaceful, too, since nothing small wanted to mess with a roach’s mandibles. Food was also easy to find, since they mostly ate plants, living or dead. They had to be careful and watch out for birds and furry animals that might eat them, though, so they were very observant.

As Rochelle and her many brothers and sisters got older, their wings grew bigger and they roamed farther away from their nest. They loved playing in the wind, doing cartwheels, seeing how far they could glide and seeing how fast they could fly against it. They had been warned by their parents not to fly very high, though, since the winds that could come up suddenly might blow them out over the nearby water.

Their Mom, named Lilac, their Dad, named Frank, and the rest of their family, had never flown far away, and didn’t see any reason to, since life here was so good.

One day Rochelle, her sister Lal, and brothers Daimion and Goldenshane, decided to fly far away from home because they wanted to find a new and exciting place to play. It was time to explore because they’d seen everything near home already, and they had decided that today was the day they were going to go to the top of the tall hill near the water.

They flew in very carefully, because the wind was unpredictable here. They flew just above the grasses and between the trees and bushes so that there wouldn’t be much breeze at all. Finally, they reached the top of the hill and stayed on the ground. The wind up here was brisk and steady, but it swirled all around them as it broke over the hill.

They scurried over the rocks and grasses, and finally climbed to a good vantage point looking out over the water.

“OH, WOW!!” exclaimed Rochelle in amazement. “Just look at how HUGE this place is! We could fly all day and still not see it all!”

“We still have to be sure we don’t go over the water, though,” Daimion, her equally adventurous brother, reminded her excitedly. “We don’t know how far the wind might take us, but we HAVE to keep going!”

“This is such a gorgeous view!” exclaimed Lal. She was somewhat shy and cautious, but loved adventuring with Rochelle whenever she could. “We could stay here all day, in my opinion, and still see new things and not get bored. Like seeing those big things swimming in the water way down there, or that big flock of birds near the other shore.”

“Wow! Let’s definitely NOT fly over that water!” said GoldenShane, with a touch of panic in his voice. “We could stay here, but let’s look around some more since we can see so much. Where do we want to fly next?” he asked. He was one of Rochelle’s more cautious and lightly colored brothers, hence his colorful name. “We need to get down from here first, but we need to remember which direction to go, too.”

“We should go towards those hills over there,” chimed in Lal shyly. She was equally bored by their one tiny piece of the world. “We can’t see past them and I don’t see any water over there, either.”

“Then we’ll need to keep the sun on our right wings and we’ll stay on course towards those hills,” Shane added thoughtfully. “That is, if the sun stays in that direction long enough for us to get our bearings.” Shane was one of Rochelle’s smartest siblings. Of course, everyone noticed that because he spoke so seldom. He always had something helpful to say whenever he did speak up.

“Be sure to keep an eye out for birds and coons and stuff,” Rochelle reminded them as they started their long descent through the trees and bushes. “If you see something to eat, we can all stop for a while,” she added.

On their way down the hill the wind gradually lessened until it was just a mild breeze again. They were about halfway down the steep slope when Daimion blurted out, “Look! I think I see some dead leaves on that tree over there!” He immediately began buzzing ahead of them towards the tree.

“Be careful,” his siblings yelled, and almost as one as they quickened their flying to catch up with him.

When they did catch up with him, they had scanned all the hiding places for birds and coons and stuff, and they were safe enough here.

They ate some half-dead leaves and fungus and all became happily full. At the same time they reminded Daimion good-naturedly that they had to be careful around here since they didn’t know this area as well as their own. When they were done eating, Shane tackle-hugged him in play, and they all started tackle hugging to break the tension. They laughed a lot and wore themselves out.

After playing they were ready for a nap instead of continuing on, so they found a nice bush and slept camouflaged on the ground amongst its leaves. The air was warm and moist, and as they slept they digested their meals.

When they woke up it was late afternoon, so they decided to eat again and wait until the morning before they continued their journey. They continued discussing what to do the next day, and wondering how long they should explore before going back home. They decided to plan it day-by-day, and started tackle hugging again. They played until it started to get dark, then finally burrowed into the leaves under a bush to sleep.

The next morning was beautiful, and they got up and finished eating before dawn was over. Shane was in the lead, and the rest were close behind watching for any dangers, including birds. They stayed low, just above the grasses and away from bushes and trees, since predators could be hiding in them. They could always dive into the tall grasses to hide if a bird spotted them.

They made good progress, and by midmorning were at the bottom of the hills they wanted to explore. They stopped to eat and rest, and to plan what they wanted to do next. They realized the only thing they could do was fly through the trees to the top of the first hill, and plan their next move from there.

They decided it was safest if they stayed hidden on the ground and scanned the trees ahead, then flew to their next safe area. The birds were out in force, as were some of the small furry animals that might want to eat a small flock of roaches.

Progress was slow, so before long Lal suggested that they could fly near the treetops if everyone was up for it. The trees would block most of the breeze and they could all see everything around them. Also, they could hide in the branches quickly if they spotted trouble.

All Lal’s siblings cheered and quickly agreed with her suggestion. They found an open space between the trees, and then, when they were sure it was clear, all of them took off towards the tops of the trees. To avoid any bug eating birds, they all flew erratically and in and out between the tree branches, and soon they were near the tops of the trees, flying together towards the top of the hill.

Shane was still in the lead, so when they reached a nice tree at the top of the hill, he flew straight to it and all the rest followed. They landed and saw another hill in front of them. After some conversation, they decided to fly straight to the next ridge top. They reached it with no trouble, even though the wind blew them down the valley a short ways.

They stopped at another treetop, and needed no conversation to decide what to do next. There were several small buildings and people in this valley, and now they only needed to figure out which building to investigate first.

Rochelle suggested going to the closest building first, and they all thought that was a good idea. It was afternoon now and they all needed lunch and a long rest from their day’s adventure. They landed near the building, crawled under an inviting bush, then ate and slept.

When they awoke, they split up and soon found a small crack in the foundation. They went in together, and found that it was a place that made food for humans!

They were all very excited, but knew they needed to be careful as they scouted around. They found a relatively quiet corner underneath a place where some food was being made. They ate until they were stuffed, and brought plenty back to their hidey-hole for later meals. They found all the human exits, but would only use them in extreme emergencies.

Later that evening they grouped at the bush from before, and shared all their stories from their scouting adventures. Yummy foods of all kinds found in every corner! Lots of good-smelling food was given to humans inside and outside. Food everywhere!

That evening they ate everything they’d stashed, then organized their search for the best foods – desserts! They scoured the entire building after everyone had left, and learned where the foods were kept and cooked. All the crumbs were gone, though, so there were no after-dinner snacks. They regrouped at their crack to figure out their next move.

Suddenly, they heard a noise from the ceiling! It was a small squeak from another roach who was trying to get their attention. Rochelle walked up the wall alone partway to show they were non-hostile, and squeaked back. They put their feelers forward to learn about and greet each other, and further show they were each non-hostile.

“Greetings. Do you live here?” asked Rochelle. “We’re from over the hills and we’re just exploring,” she continued, trying to prove they were not invading.

“My name is Railly,” the other roach responded. “My family and I live here. There’s plenty of food for everyone, if you’d like to live here, too,” continued Railly cautiously. “If you’re at all hostile, though, you won’t last long,” she concluded with a confident finality.

“We’re totally friendly,” replied Rochelle quickly, looking around to see if they were about to be ambushed. “There are only four of us in my group, but we can leave if we’re not welcome.”

“Nah, you’re okay,” responded Railly. “You don’t seem like invaders. We just need to be sure before we welcome anyone. Come on, meet my family up here. Bring your friends, too,” called Railly loudly enough for Rochelle’s siblings to hear, as Railly walked back towards the ceiling.

“What do you think?” whispered Rochelle to her siblings below her on the wall.

Shane was just watching and listening at the area Railly disappeared. Lal was looking scared and ready to flee, and Daimion was near her, looking hesitant and ready to fight.

They all waved their antennae around to pick up any extra smells from Railly and her family. There were a LOT of other roaches living here, but Rochelle and her family hadn’t noticed before since they’d been preoccupied by the delicious foods.

Shane finally said to his audience at large, “Well, if they’d wanted to hurt us, they’ve sure had plenty of opportunities.”

Rochelle looked at him, considering his words, while watching her frightened siblings further below. At last she responded, “Well, it can’t hurt to find out how welcome we are. Everyone stay here while I say ‘Hi’ to our hosts.”

She scurried on up to where Railly had disappeared, and followed her scent into a ceiling vent. “Hello,” she squeaked into the vent, hoping for a welcome, but ready to scream for her siblings to flee if it was a trap.

Railly came on over to her and touched her antennae for the first time with her own. (This would be a handshake equivalent among humans.)

“I’m glad you want to be friends,” welcomed Railly. “We had to be sure. Your friends are welcome here, too, of course. Let me show you around.”

Rochelle turned around and called out that it was safe, and for them to come on up. Soon they were all getting a tour of the vent system and meeting Railly’s family, which was even larger than Rochelle’s.

They found out that running around on the floor was a great way to be noticed by the humans. This was very dangerous for all of them. Instead, they were shown how to get to the big food dump container out back. Railly and her family knew how and when to enter it, and when to avoid it. There was more than plenty of food for everyone here, and they were happy to share.

Over the next few days they all got to know each other, and they became one big happy family.

One of the games Railly’s family played was trying to speak like the person who stood alone in a section of the building talking to itself. It seemed to repeat the same things over and over again, all the while occasionally touching hands with other humans.

"Welcome to McDonny’s, may I take your order?" was the most common thing the lone human said. After that it got complicated.

The first time they heard the human speak that phrase, Rochelle, Daimion, Lal and Shane all laughed to each other and asked Railly to teach them how to speak human. Railly told them about her aunt, Colette, who was very good at imitating the numerous individual humans that stood there.

Railly took them to meet Colette, who told them that the higher-pitched voices were naturally easier to mimic. She was a fun, if somewhat loopy, individual. She imitated all the clattering pans, the beeps, buzzers and bangs, too, then usually laughed at herself good-naturedly.

All of the young roaches mastered the "Welcome to McDonny’s" phrase before moving on to more difficult words and phrases. The reasoning was that understanding basic human behavior could save roaches’ lives if they got into a difficult situation, so knowing some of their language was a good survival technique.

Colette knew the meanings to a lot of the human language, and could imitate most of the words. All the young ones that wanted to learn came to her for lessons, partly because she was a lot of fun. She made most learning into a game, and her young students learned very quickly. She could usually be found in the middle of a crowd of kids.

Rochelle and her siblings sat in on more than one private lesson with Colette. "Well," stated Colette, after Railly had told her of the newcomers’ interest. Colette silently waited. Rochelle and her siblings repeated the human word "Well," to the best of their ability. Colette then showed them how to lower their pitch until it sounded a lot like the human speech. (They had no vocal chords, so producing sounds was almost like playing a violin with their wings.)

"Come," Colette stated next.

‘Well, this is no fun,’ thought Rochelle to herself, but she did her best to imitate the sound along with her siblings.

"Well" means good, and "come" means move towards me,” stated Colette happily. “So, "Well-come" she said, as she moved away from them.

Shane laughed, since he understood what she wanted, and playfully tackle-hugged her. She emerged from the hug laughing, and hugged him back. “She said we’re doing "well",” said Shane to his siblings, who were still trying to figure out Colette’s meaning, “and to "come" towards her!”

"Well," Colette laughed, “I wasn’t expecting that hug!” She laughed some more and gave Shane another hug for understanding so quickly.

After that, they all learned the human speech rather quickly because of the fun way that Colette taught them. They not only had a lot of fun tackle-hugging when they’d mastered a new word, they easily learned the meanings, too.

After their knowledge of human speech was about the same as all the other young roaches, the siblings went to the lessons with everyone else, and Colette added tackle-hugs to the games.

Since the voices and clattering pans were what they heard indoors all day every day, many felt the best way to deal with the noise was to make sense of it. During the winters, when no one ventured out except to eat, the only way to stay sane was to play games with the noises, since they were loud and only stopped for a few hours every night.

Sometimes a few roaches would go to neighboring buildings, but with other families of roaches out there, even that wasn’t always safe. Sure, some were friends, and very few wanted to harm anyone or cause a fight, but the boredom during the winter could make even family members want to fight each other, occasionally.

A few young and adventurous souls were so eager to leave the noise, sometimes, that they would burrow under the snow into the almost warm dirt and sleep until they became hungry again. Since they were stuffed to begin with, they would sometimes not emerge for many days from their semi-hibernation. Unfortunately, this held the risk of being eaten by a mouse or other dirt-dweller, which is why so few risked it.

Rochelle and her siblings learned all of these things, and knew that they were safe here. They got to be good at imitating the humans, too, and even though they missed their families back home, they preferred being here since there was a joy and safety here that they had experienced nowhere else. They always knew there was plenty of food and warmth whenever they wanted or needed it, and a large welcoming family, too.

During the winter, there were a few squabbles at the big food dump container, since some roaches from other family groups wanted to swarm over it like flies. Railly’s family were sort of the police of the food container, since they lived closest. They also often warned that humans could be deadly if they saw too many roaches.

The complicated network of guard roaches from Railly’s family told everyone at the food dump when to get out of sight, and when it was safe to come out again.

The occasional arguments against them went something like, “How can the humans be dangerous? We’ll just hide in cracks or fly away, and they won’t be able to catch us!”

“It’s their food, and when they do see us they usually stomp on us, then clean up everything really well!” was the response from Railly’s family. “Everything stinks when they’re done cleaning up, and the food dump stinks too! Sometimes that smell makes us feel sick, and we have to stay away for a while. And usually some of us die while we’re out hiding.”

“Well, you just want to be powerful and control all the food. There’s more than enough for all of us, so don’t tell us what to do!” was the usual ending to the disagreement.

“Fine, but don’t be seen when the humans come out here with their food!” was about all Railly’s family could say to that.

All the roaches knew that a big truck came every three or four days to eat what was left of the food. Rochelle, Daimion, Shane and Lal had become trusted members of their new family, and they all took their turns policing the outdoor food container. They also got to know the other roaches from the neighborhood, and became friends with most of them.

Unfortunately, they were obviously seen sometimes, and one day a big truck came that was not here to eat the leftover food. Daimion was closest to their building’s entry and flew in as fast as was safe to warn Railly’s family about this strange thing at the outdoor food.

Railly happened to be the indoor sentry that day, and they quickly flew to the oldest and wisest member of Railly’s family for help, since he could remember back to the Big Cleanup of that summer long ago.

Gideon, as quickly as he could, followed them to where they could see the truck. “It could be just doing cleanup of the dump area,” he said, thoughtfully. They knew that occasionally hot water was sprayed everywhere in the dump area by a truck like that one. When it was done, there would be nothing to hide behind and under while the humans walked to and from the site.

“Get everyone inside or away until we know what’s happening,” Gideon stated with some urgency.

Fortunately, he had been correct. The truck was finished spraying the area clean before long, and the incident made the young rogues cease their reckless ways.

However, Gideon also remembered a time when the inside of their building was scrubbed spotless that same night. “Gather everyone together, Railly. Daimion, you and your friends help her. We’ll need to be out of here before dark, if I’m right.” With that, he scuttled towards his sleeping space, leaving everyone else behind.

Railly and the others sensed the urgency in Gideon, and scrambled to gather everyone into the vent. They had everyone assembled in short order.

They were safe here, for now, and had developed a sign language by necessity over the years to bypass the noise from below. The sign language consisted of movements of their antennae, heads and feet, and even though Rochelle and her siblings could speak it, they weren’t fluent in it yet, so Colette translated for them.

Gideon had returned and now spoke to everyone. “We must leave now, in case they do a complete wash inside the building, too.”

Everyone, except for Rochelle’s family, knew where they were going, so Colette stayed with them and told them the story:


 * Many summers ago the cockroaches had not been very careful around the humans, and they’d learned a hard lesson from their experience. The humans had put stinky-smelling stuff in all the cracks inside and outside the building, and in the vents, and many of the cockroaches got sick and died, even after they had gotten outside and away from the smell.


 * They didn’t come back to the building for a very long time – most of the summer – and when they did return, they quickly fixed all the visible entries to their home. From then on, they did everything they could to prevent the humans from ever discovering their existence again.

Several members of Railly’s family often played in a well-camouflaged hole in the ground, beyond the first line of hilltops. It wasn’t as warm as they were used to, but there was plenty of room and water, and they could hide in cracks on the roof of the hole, where animals that might want to eat them would not be able to go.

They couldn’t know that it was a natural cave opening, but it was too small for any person to crawl into, even if they did find the entrance. It opened out farther back until it was too tall for anything to reach the ceiling, except for bugs and bats.

That had become their secret home in case of danger, and lots of their family flew food to their emergency home whenever they felt like it. This is where they would stay for a few days, until their scouts told them that the danger had passed.

Colette showed them around their new home, describing landmarks to them in detail that the rest knew from their childhood. Once inside, she carefully showed them how to navigate to their small cracks that led to an enclosed area, which, so far, was safe from bats. It was fairly warm and dry here, but pitch black and silent, except for the sounds of dripping water in the distance. The complete change of environment was going to be difficult to get used to after the constant light and noise of the restaurant.

They were able to navigate easily here after locating it the first time. Cockroach antennae were extremely sensitive to vibrations and smells, so locating the stockpile of food was no problem either. This was the first time that Rochelle and her siblings had needed to use their antennae as eyes, but after the initial shock they started to enjoy the sensation.

It was Lal who started the new game, by speaking the human phrase, "Welcome to McDonny’s. May I take your order?" as she stood next to the food pile.

Several of the other roaches chittered in laughter, but joined right in. "I’d like a supersized number two, please, with a coke," said Rhonda, a really fun and playful sister to Railly.

"I’ll take a salad and large French fries," added Lulu, Rhonda’s brother and best friend.

Everyone wanted to play after that, since Lal had broken the tension they were all feeling. From that day on, that game was often played whenever they got bored, instead of the more common game of ‘follow that crack’.

Since they had a lot of space, many pretended to be making whatever the speaker ordered, and the speaker went up to the McDonny’s roach. One young fellow named Brandon loved to sound like the machines that the humans rode in. "Vroom, vroom," he’d buzz with his wings as the speaker came to the McDonny, then squeak like the machine stopping, and finally "Beep! Beep!" or "HOOONNNNKK!" if they didn’t give him food fast enough.

The first time he did this, everyone was laughing for a long time. No one had made those noises for the group before now, and many others wanted to follow his lead. Brandon became the machine sound expert, and began to teach others in the same way as Colette – by having fun!

They couldn’t stop laughing at their own silliness, and played the game a lot. Gideon even got into the ‘McDonny game’, and was actually very good.

Gideon and Rochelle took care of keeping everything organized and running smoothly, so no food spoiled and everyone stayed healthy. Time went by rather quickly, and soon it was time to check on their restaurant.

Soon their scouts, including Shane, Rochelle, Daimion, Lal and Brandon, were able to bring back the news that the inside of the building was indeed scrubbed spotless, and that they should wait a few more days until that bad smell went away. They returned with some food, though, mostly because they could.

Several more days passed before Gideon and Railly came back with some scouts to say that they were free to return home. Most were thrilled to be able to go back to the warmth and food, but some wanted to spend more time here, since they’d adjusted to the near silence and darkness.

Many decided to stay here and keep playing their game. Colette agreed to stay for a few days more and help others improve their human speech. The game was a lot of fun for everyone, but when the food was finally running out, they returned home.

They returned on a beautifully sunny, though chilly, winter morning. The air was still, and they were the only creatures moving around outside their warm dens. The bright sun was shining on the windswept snow, and the rainbows were sparkling back from the ice crystals. They all had to stop for a minute to enjoy this pristine beauty.

“It’s so beautiful!” Lal uttered into the still air. “I wish we could stay here longer.”

Shane hugged her, and said, “I think we all do. Take a picture in your mind, and we can tell everyone about this when we get home.”

Everyone choked out a ‘yes’ in response to Shane’s agreement with Lal, and they continued to perch on their grass blades in awe for several moments more. From this vantage point, they were able to see clear across to the bright white ridge of hills nearer their former home, as well as down the valley to the large body of water. They admired the bright blue sky, the puffy white clouds high above, and the silence of the outdoors.

Finally they knew they were getting too cold to stay any longer, and Gideon flew ahead to get them moving. It was a short distance to their building, and that was fortunate, because they were about to lose their ability to fly due to their coldness.

They all got inside and warmed up for several minutes in the warmest part of the vent system. They all huddled together until they finally stopped shivering. During the time they’d been at the cave, Colette and Shane, Daimion and Railly, Rochelle and Gideon, and Lal and Brandon had fallen for each other, and wanted to become parents. They stayed huddled together until they were getting too warm, then finally left for their sleeping areas.

Shortly after their return to the restaurant they filled their nests with many beautiful eggs. Most of the restaurant residents were also filling up their nests with future young.

Gideon and Rochelle had each admired the other’s leadership traits, and didn’t keep it a secret when they decided to have kids. Everyone was happy for the both of them, and it was hoped that their leadership qualities would be passed on to the next generation.

The shock of all the light, activity and noise when they returned to the restaurant had taken some getting used to again, but soon everything once again became routine. The proud parents spent a lot of time tending to their eggs, but still found time to egg-sit for each other.

Several days after being laid, the eggs hatched, and everyone helped to take care of the little ones. They grew quickly and were soon ready to explore everywhere. That would be dangerous for everyone in their current location, however, so the parents asked for help moving the little ones to the attic, where no humans could see or hear them. It was also warmer and quieter there, and it was the traditional baby raising area, anyway. Soon, all the little ones were exploring inside and outside with their watchful parents keeping a close eye on them.

The kids were ready to explore farther away in the late spring, and once they were big enough, Rochelle and her siblings had decided, their kids should meet their grandparents, Lilac and Frank. The four had missed them and the rest of their family during the winter.

Many children had been born at McDonny’s, and it had become quite crowded, so as soon as it was warm enough to travel safely, Rochelle, her siblings, and their newly formed families all headed towards their former home over the hills.

When they had come over the hills last summer, they had been four. Now they were around a hundred strong! Big news for the folks back home!

The Return
It took longer to fly back over the hills this time because of their lively young brood. Their young needed to be taught how to navigate the wilds safely, so there was a lot of teaching involved.

Their first stop was the small cave that had been their home for a short while, and everyone enjoyed the experience. Shane and Colette’s kids were already proficient at speaking the human language, partly because Colette was their mom. All the other kids were good at it, too, but not as good. They loved playing the “May I take your order?” game in their downtime, and learning all they needed to for the long journey to come the rest of the time.

Everyone had fun, and loved the quiet of the outdoors, compared to the restaurant. They learned to watch out for birds and snakes and other things that might eat them, as well as what was good to eat and how to find it. They really enjoyed their games of hide and seek. This helped them learn how to reach safety quickly, inside the cave and out, as well as to hide really well. They all enjoyed this bonding experience, and got to know each other even better. After several days, they decided it was time to travel onwards.

Unfortunately, spring was a time that all parents were hunting food for their kids, and a few of their young fell to birds and lizards. Everyone was sad, but their losses made the surviving young more aware of the dangers around them. Finally, three days after they’d left the cave, Lal, who had excellent eyesight, called out to everyone, “There’s the big hill by the water! That’s where we four started this adventure!”

Everyone looked at the tall hill and realized they were close to their former home. They didn’t have any specific time they needed to be at their old home, so they decided to travel to the top of the hill and see the sights. When they reached the top, the winds were stronger than on their previous visit, so they all had to stay very close to the ground. They saw the great scenery safely in all directions, and when they regrouped under a nearby bush, they were excited and shared all the things they’d seen.

They all talked about how they could see where they’d traveled from, and where they were traveling to, and that nothing looked all that far away when seen from here.

Lal asked everyone if they’d seen the big animals swimming in the water. Most of them said yes, but those who hadn’t went back to look. Railly wondered if there were always so many seabirds around the water. Shane answered yes, since the deeper water and shallow water birds could share the same space.

Shane had earlier told everyone that they could not go over the water for any reason, since the wind was more powerful than they were, and none of them could swim. Also, if the birds saw them out there, there wasn’t anywhere to hide. The young ones took this to heart, since they’d been confronted by the realities of life and death close-up.

They had so much fun talking about everything they’d seen, and their excitement for meeting their grandparents, that they decided to spend the night here together and go to the old home in the morning.

The next morning was beautiful, so they ate and planned their route, in case anyone got lost or separated from the group. They had no problems and arrived near their former home around mid-morning. There, they saw some roaches flying around and eating, and, as planned, only the four that had grown up here would go greet them. After all, they didn’t want to scare anyone by appearing like an invading force.

Lal was the first to recognize a sibling from the previous year. “Toady!!” she squealed as she zipped straight at him, planning on giving him a tackle-hug. She closed the distance between them before anyone else could react, except for Toady’s scream of mixed terror and recognition.

Toady was nicknamed that because he could eat like a toad, and just about as much as one, too. Rotund was a good description of him, but he always took any teasing good-naturedly, which was the way it was intended. He was a gentle soul, but could give as good as he got if he was riled.

He was just starting to try to evade her tackle when they met in midair and plummeted to the ground with a shrill “squeeeeeeeeeaak!” of a scream emitted by the both of them. The rest of Lal’s group, and several of Toady’s, all converged on the spot where the scream had finally ended.

Fortunately, both Lal and Toady were laughing so hard when everyone arrived that no one felt the need to defend anyone.

“Where have you been?!” Toad asked his long-lost sister, still amazed to see her again. “We’d figured you’d been killed!”

“We explored a long way, and found a new home. But we’re back!” exclaimed the tackle-hugger excitedly. “We’ll explain more when we see Mom and Dad. Hi everyone!!” she yelled to her abandoned family as she hugged several. Daimion, Shane and Rochelle joined in the hugging, while their McDonny’s families waited patiently on nearby brush and twigs.

Brief introductions were given shortly thereafter, and Toady and his side of the family led the newcomers to see Lilac and Frank, the soon-to-be proud grandparents.

Toady went buzzing in the lead towards his folks, and Rochelle especially was amazed by his speed. “He must have become all muscle while we were away,” she whispered quietly to Lal, so that only she could hear.

They all followed Toady to the attic of the cabin. Toady, being the first in, said excitedly to his folks, “We’ve got visitors!” with a giant grin and a joy that was practically radiating off of him.

Mom and Dad peeked out to where half of their own kids were waiting, accompanied by a mass of strangers. Their four prodigals quickly squealed, “Mom!” and “Dad!” and touched mandibles and antennae with them. They all hugged for several moments before introducing their loved ones and children to Lilac and Frank.

“What happened to the four of you?” Lilac excitedly asked, while looking her new grandkids and in-laws over. Frank was welcoming them each to their new home, and trying to learn everyone’s names and relationships. Both were overjoyed that their missing young had returned home, and welcomed all their new arrivals joyously.

Rochelle gave the same explanation she’d given Toad, but wanted to be able to tell their story to everyone at once, to prevent incorrect gossip. The news of their arrival spread quickly, and their reunions were exhilarating, but not as exciting as Lal’s and Toady’s.

Everyone gathered in the main cabin, and their adventurous story was told by the four, with additional comments from the newcomers. That lasted till about midday, and afterwards everyone was shown around inside the building, led by the proud grandparents. Everyone wanted to show them all the fun and exciting play areas and sleeping spaces, too.

After all the excitement died down, they headed out to their favorite feeding sites. These were around the grasses and shrubs near the edge of the nearby woods, and everyone ate their fill, then flew to their new home with as much extra food as they could safely carry. They could feast tonight, too!

Over the next few days they had a wonderful time together exploring the shoreline, the wooden walkways over the water and the large building near the water, which was about as big as the McDonny’s building. Everyone wanted to explore that one more.

While they were exploring, some of the kids started playing the "May I take your order?" game. The kids that lived in this area were fascinated and wanted to play, too. For the next several days, both groups of kids taught the others their games—hide and seek, dive bomber, follow that crack, float like a butterfly, somersaults in the air, beat that breeze, how much food can you carry through the air, tackle-hugs, and how to speak human.

They all got to know each other extremely well through these games, and everyone was happy. The kids became great playmates for each other, and enjoyed finding all the new hideouts in the large building. Lilac and Frank didn’t use the large building, since their cabin was just the right size, but some of the children moved right in, since it was similar to their home across the hills.

They became very familiar with it, and enjoyed finding new small holes to hide in. All of the kids that enjoyed playing the "Welcome to McDonny’s" game often came here to play it, and Lilac and Frank even came here to learn it on occasion.

One day in the early summer, a large group of humans came here on a water machine. There hadn’t been humans here for as long as any roach could remember, but the McDonny’s families knew how to stay safe from them, and they had everyone gather together where none of them would be seen. They watched the humans from every venue available, and stayed out of sight.

The humans cleaned all the buildings and brought food and water into the big building. They worked like a windstorm for a few days, then most of them left. Since a few humans stayed, however, all the cockroaches knew they were here to stay, for now.

They watched the humans, and set up a system of guard roaches, like for the food dump at McDonny’s, to make sure they weren’t seen. For now they were safe.

Then, two days after most of the humans had left, the roaches heard another water machine. The roaches flew as close as they could to the water-wood, and hid on the tall parts where they were safe from people and water. They were well camouflaged, and were able to hear well, besides. Then they waited with eager anticipation for words they recognized from these new people. Maybe they’d be able to figure out what they were doing here!

People got off the boat and roamed around, doing things with machines in their hands. A short time later, another water machine came to the water-wood and let one human off. This human ran over and tackle-hugged the human standing there already. Some of the roaches snickered. “Tackle-fail!” snarked Daimion, who was snickering too.

Together they watched many people get off the water-machines. Colette was able to figure out the word for the water machines, and spread it around. "Boat," she told them, and the water-wood is called, "dock."

They all repeated those words until they had them memorized, then listened for any more words they could understand from the people getting onto the dock from the boats. Two of the newcomers called the leader,"Chris McLain." Chris was a good leader. He was personally welcoming each new person to the land, although, one person seemed to want to leave right away. Sadly, the boat left before that human could get back on it.

One rather large human was very happy to be here as he loudly greeted Chris. Chris responded, "Owen! Welcome!" All the roaches here, whether they’d played the McDonny’s game or not, understood the word "Welcome!" and laughed, because Chris was imitating Owen’s enthusiasm.

Finally, everyone seemed to have gotten off the boats, and stood together in front of Chris. However, now Chris had gotten onto a boat. As the newcomers stood together on the dock, they were looking at and listening to Chris. Then they all said in unison, "Wawanakwa!" The dock creaked and suddenly broke, dumping the new arrivals into the water.

Most of the roaches were suddenly worried about their own safety. They flew away hastily. Fortunately, their flocking was obscured by everything else that was startled into flight.

“Oh, dear,” commented Lal, worriedly, after they’d landed in a bush near a building. “I hope those big fish aren’t over here.”

“Well, we really couldn’t tell how big those fish were, and the water might be too shallow for them,” ventured Shane, who’d landed next to her.

“Chances are that the loud machines frightened them away from here,” Gideon stated matter-of-factly from the same bush. “If I had been in the water, I sure wouldn’t have wanted that thing anywhere near me,” he said, referring to the boat.

Everyone agreed, relaxed a bit, and watched the "campers" climb out of the water to "go dry off." Some roaches followed the campers, some were bored and went off do other things, and others waited for the campers to return.

It was mostly the roaches from McDonny’s that followed the campers, in order to overhear what they were doing here, and maybe when they would leave. "Eight weeks" didn’t mean anything to them, even Colette. The roaches stayed well hidden, but listened to the many humans complain. It sounded like they didn’t like the buildings, so they might leave soon.

The roaches followed them discreetly down to the "campfire pit," and listened as Chris talked about winning something. One of the campers hugged a deer, then let it go. Then, when Chris called their names, about half of the group moved under a banner with an angry ground-squirrel picture on it, and the other half moved under a big fish banner. These people seemed to like animals. Maybe they could be friends with these humans?

Since the humans couldn’t hear them right now, a big discussion got underway as to whether or not they should let themselves be seen by any of them.

“They seem to like animals,” Daimion pointed out. “Chris was choosing land and water animal pictures for them to stand under. We don’t know why, but maybe we should try to find out?”

Gideon insisted, “Humans are dangerous, and we can’t let ourselves be seen by them.” He proceeded to tell the roaches about the Big Cleanup at McDonny’s so long ago, and that many roaches had died from it–all because the humans had seen the roaches inside the building and near their big food container behind McDonny’s.

“Well, we’re not stealing their food and they don’t even know we exist,” stated Brandon, “so why not just let one of them see one of us so we’ll know how they’ll react to us here? They might be totally okay with us. After all, didn’t you see that one with green hair hug the deer and let it go?” he argued.

“We should at least try to make friends with them,” added Lal in agreement with her husband.

“If we don’t try, we’ll have to consider moving away until they leave,” added Rochelle. “We can’t risk the lives of Mom and Dad’s families. You know that they’ve never lived around humans before, and some of them would be killed no matter how much we tried to teach them,” she insisted.

“I could go warn everyone what you’re about to do,” Toady chimed in. “I know where most everyone is right now, and I’ll tell Mom and Dad first, so they can help.” Toady buzzed off towards the buildings.

“I’m the best at speaking human,” offered Colette. “You can show me the best hiding places in the buildings, so I can hide and wait for the right time. Then I’ll get up high where they might hear me. If we can talk to just one of them, maybe they’ll pay attention to what we have to say. If not, I can get away fast, and you all can be distractions if I need you.”

” No!” squeaked Shane. “I’m fast, and I know all the hiding places. Besides, I can speak human pretty well.”

“But could you carry on a conversation with one of them?” questioned Colette gently, for she knew that if they did this, it would be dangerous.

“No…” began Shane.

“There is NO WAY any of us are going to try this! It’s far too dangerous!” insisted Gideon.

“Well, then where do you propose that everyone stays while those humans are here? What if they never leave? Where will we go then?” questioned Rochelle, with some agitation. “If we don’t try this, then we have to move everyone out of here now, because I am NOT letting all our little brothers and sisters be in danger here for even a day!”

“Um,… even if we leave right now, we’ll need a place to group up after we’ve left here,” began Railly, with some hesitation. She didn’t want to get into this argument, but the decision needed to be made before the humans left the pit area. “How about that clearing near the big hill? And we could live in the little cave, for a while, unless it’s too far away?” she inquired.

“Railly’s right,” agreed Daimion. “We can’t just all take off. We need to plan this. After all, they might just notice a cloud of us taking off from here,” he continued sarcastically.

“Daimion. You should help Toady round everyone up. You can tell them about the small cave, and they can prepare any hiding places nearby,” Brandon advised. “Colette, you don’t know these buildings well enough, so choose someone who grew up here to try it. Someone who can speak really well,” he continued.

“Gideon, maybe you could help everyone figure out what to do when they’re all gathered. You’re one of our best leaders. Go and help them organize for a long journey, maybe,” Brandon suggested to his leader and longtime mentor.

“No, Brand, I’ll stay with all of you. We’ll let Daimion organize them for now,” replied their wise elder. His longtime student nodded in agreement and relief.

“The rest of us need to figure out where and when we’re going to try this. And most importantly, who,” stated Brandon quickly. “Let’s get moving! Colette, which building should we go to?”

Everyone remaining quickly followed Brandon’s suggestions. Shane led them to the small cabin on the right, which Colette had suggested because it was small. It couldn’t hold many humans at once, and the door was already open, so they could leave quickly if they had to.

They settled into the bushes quickly and quietly, and all the humans were still at the fire pit, so the roaches quickly entered the cabin to find the best hiding places for this mission. Brandon and Lal stayed outside as a rear guard to alert the others if someone came.

Daimion and Toady were getting their fellow roaches out of the cabin while Gideon and the others were going in. They were being careful not to be seen by the humans by staying on the opposite side of the cabin from them. Soon everyone was where they wanted to be, with only the few brave souls inside the building.

Outside, everyone was watching the humans and the cabin. Inside, decisions were being made that could affect everyone’s future. Brandon and Lal were watching for humans from the doorway, and Colette, Gideon, Railly, Shane, and Rochelle were discussing who was going to try to talk to the humans.

“Let’s just watch them, and then decide whether we want to meet them,” Gideon began again.

“If we do that, we’ll have to all move away until we can make friends with them,” countered Rochelle.

“If we see how they react to just one of us, we’ll know better how they’ll all react to us,” continued Shane. “We don’t even have to talk to them.”

“Whoever we choose’ll need to be close to an exit, and we can distract the human if it doesn’t go well,” added Railly. “And we also need to be careful about talking to them. We might scare them just by speaking, you know.”

“They’re coming this way!” exclaimed Brandon and Lal in unison from the doorway. The rest of the group chuckled at how alike those two had become, and went and hid in some convenient places where they could jump out and speak to the human.

They soon heard a human yell from nearby, and crouched down. Lal called in that a blonde was upset about something at the other building, but seemed fine. Everyone relaxed some and anticipated their next moves.

They had decided that whomever had the best location for speaking to the human would be the speaker, and Colette would translate for them if they needed help. Also, the lower they were the better, since that gave the human more seeming power over them.

Colette was hiding near the door since the corner of the room offered amplification of sounds. Gideon was hiding in a corner opposite the door for the same reason. Railly was near the middle of the room on a bed leg, and Shane and Rochelle were on opposite walls in the middle of the cabin in order to help the rest escape, if it was needed, since they knew every escape crack.

Brandon and Lal soon called in that the same blonde that yelled a minute ago was coming this way. A moment later the human with beautiful long hair walked in and went to her pouch of things. She dug around in it at the opposite end from the front door. Colette was farthest away from the human, and closest to the front door, so she got into position to translate.

Railly saw her chance, and flew into position. Unfortunately, this sudden movement startled the blonde, and she jumped up on a wooden object and screamed! Railly froze in fear and quickly thought about what to do. She slowly waggled her antennae for her friends to stay still. Railly figured she’d let the human calm down, and then speak to her. Unfortunately, right after the scream, Brandon and Lal yelled that the rest of the humans were coming.

Railly suddenly realized that she should have flown away before the other humans showed up. She’d seen many bugs get squashed at the restaurant, for no other reason than because they were inside the building. Usually flies, but the occasional moth and wasp, too.

While she was thinking this she began to panic, and ran for the front door. She quickly realized that she’d waited too long to take action, though, because there were now several humans standing at and blocking the entrance.

Railly decided she might still make it to the big opening, since she was so small, and kept running. One of the bigger humans screamed, though, and jumped over her and landed on one of the beds! Railly was immediately worried for Shane’s safety, since that was where he was hiding. She heard the bed break, and was worried she might be next.

Then, one of the humans rushed towards her from the doorway, and tried to stomp on her. Because she’d changed directions so quickly to avoid him, however, she just barely avoided being smashed under his foot, which came down right beside her! She now knew her best chance for escape was to get to a crack in the floor or the lower wall. She couldn’t take the time to spread her wings, because that would slow her down too much, so she just kept running.

Rochelle and Shane both yelled at her from escape routes near both them and her, but she could hardly figure out where they were since there was so much movement so close by. She was momentarily relieved that Shane was still okay, but was now concentrating on her next escape route.

Railly was hoping to quickly climb the leg of a stationary human in front of her, and then she could jump off that person and start flying without slowing down. Unfortunately, the human raised its foot just as Railly got to it, so she tried to climb that human’s other leg. The human was too quick for her, though, and now jumped onto a nearby bed.

She was once again afraid of being squished under a foot, so she turned and ran away from the bed and the wall behind that human, because it and another had taken refuge on that bed.

Railly was now surrounded and couldn’t figure out where to go. She couldn’t see or hear her family, and didn’t have time to search. In a blind panic she ran for the main door again, and accidentally ran directly underneath another large person, who also tried to stomp on her! She scurried past everyone, and they didn’t try to stop her. She was almost to the door when she suddenly noticed it was closed, and in front of it was the boy who had hugged the deer.

"Yay!" she thought. "The one who likes animals! Maybe I can talk with him and we can sort this all out!"

Railly looked up at him as he raised a big long thing over his head. He was staring at her as he did this, and she became afraid again. She couldn’t hide—there was nothing close enough! She couldn’t escape—he was moving too fast and the thing was long! She decided to ask him for help, and made her voice as loud as possible as she screamed, “HELP ME!!” as her tiny eyes and long antennae appealed to him for help.

It was too late, though, and the axe swung down and chopped her in two. It was so fast she didn’t really feel anything except for the ground bounce around her. She was confused, and tried to run again, but then felt tired and went to sleep.

All her family screamed in terror and rage at the green-headed boy, but no human seemed to hear. The roaches all quickly left, as the humans gathered around Railly’s tiny corpse and talked. Fortunately, her husband Daimion and her children weren’t around to see this. Sadly, all the roaches were used to death, but they weren’t prepared for this! It was so unprovoked!

The humans were left behind, and Gideon did not say he’d told them so. Everyone was grateful for that. Unfortunately, now they had to tell Daimion and their children what had happened. Most importantly, they had to move everyone away from here until they could chase the humans away, or find a new home.

Lal and Brandon stayed at the cabin, hoping to retrieve Railly’s remains for a proper burial, but the rest raced towards the edge of the forest where the rest of their family were hiding.

They told their family what had happened, and the roaches unused to the humans were sad, angry, and afraid. The McDonny’s roaches had suggested, and they all now agreed, to move to the small cave near McDonny’s until they could learn to live around people. Lilac and Frank wanted to hold a wake first, before they left, and they all knew that there was a lot of food in the big building.

Guided by the McDonny’s roaches, for they knew humans best, they set out to steal food so they could celebrate the life of Railly. When they arrived, the only human in sight was stirring lots of food in a big tub, so they quickly planned on how to carry food back to their safe place at the edge of the woods.

Together, several got under a convenient circle of thick bread, and were about to haul it away when it was picked up and placed on another surface. They still had a good hold of it, so they stayed still and waited for the human to leave. Then they’d find a different piece of bread.

That’s when they heard all the humans entering the building. “Darn it!” muttered Rochelle under her breath. “Keep an eye on them, and we’ll get away as soon as we can,” she said to the rest.

They stayed still, but very soon their floor moved, and soon afterwards a blob of food, dished out by the human who was stirring it, came down on their bread. They were all startled, and couldn’t help but jump some in reaction to the sudden added weight.

“Stay still!” warned Gideon, who was bravely still helping them. Lilac and Frank were beginning to panic, but stayed still after Gid’s warning. Too late, unfortunately.

"Um, I hate to complain on the first day, but I think mine just moved," the human getting the food complained to the human serving it to her.

“Run!” shouted Rochelle, as she jumped away from the food. Fortunately, all the roaches had been keeping a close eye on the humans closest to them, and they all got away just in time! The one serving the food had smashed their bread and slop on top with a mallet! Well, darn it! Fortunately, the sudden splatter covered their escapes!

They grouped together again on the filthy floor, and hid in the filthy corners and edges against the walls. Soon they found a rejected blob of food on the floor. It was under the table where the humans were eating, and it was another entire circle of bread with goop on top. It seemed to have been carefully placed there by one of the humans at the table.

After thinking about it for a moment, they decided to grab it while they could. Together Rochelle, Gideon, Lilac, Frank, Shane and Colette crawled under the food, and with a lot of almost running into each other and not being sure where they were going, they carried it out the door. The humans didn’t seem to notice them, or the loss of their food, so they kept on going.

Eventually, with some extra help, they got the food to their hiding place. There was so much food there, that everyone filled up. Of course, some weren’t hungry, which was understandable.

Brandon and Lal got Railly's remains to their hiding place, and they wrapped her in a leaf with a large chunk of their funereal feast and placed her under some leaves under a flowering shrub.

Daimion and Railly’s kids tackle-hugged him in sorrow, determined that he was going to survive this devastating loss. They told him that together, ALL of Lilac and Frank’s family would know how to survive around humans. That way they could all return home, some day.

Everyone bonded a lot during Railly’s wake, and they became one close family.

For the next two days they traveled together to the small cave in the hill, and then taught everyone how to navigate it. For the next several days after that, trips were made to McDonny’s for food, introductions and training. All the McDonny’s roaches were saddened by the loss of Railly. She’d seemed to have an innate understanding of human and roach behavior, and she’d been such a great role model that many of her siblings had taken up her role of greeter.

Soon every newcomer was fluent in human, and they were quick learners of how to stay hidden when humans were in the vicinity, too. They learned everything they needed to know, and many were ready to go back home. Most of Daimion and Railly’s children wanted to live here, and forget about the other place, but some wanted to be with their father no matter where he went. Daimion wanted to go back to his childhood home, where life was simpler and quieter, and he could continue to teach his family how to stay safe from humans.

During their stay, they learned that another band of rogue roaches were looking for a home away from the McDonny’s area. They told that bunch about what had happened to Railly and that they should stay away, but the smallish band of a hundred or so wanted to go to the cabins with them anyway.

Many of Frank and Lilac’s family wanted to stay here, but the older parents missed the peace and quiet of their old home. It was an exciting area with more food than they’d ever seen, and lots of other families of roaches to play with, though. Everyone was going to be okay. Even Daimion seemed to be less angry than before, mostly due to his caring kids, who made sure at least one of them was with him, or at least nearby, all the time.

Talking about all the good times with Railly seemed to help some, and being here brought back fun memories. Daimion even wanted to learn to be a greeter, like Railly had been, but found that tactics and strategy were more his field. He learned more about Railly and group management from Gideon, and enjoyed telling stories of his happy home life before the humans arrived. Daimion became more and more his former self, but always had a hint of sadness about him.

Soon they were ready to return to the cabins and try to enjoy life there again. They were going to plague those invaders once they figured out a workable strategy.

{C}Cockroach characters:

Rochelle – main female character and bold leader

Daimion – Rochelle’s equally adventurous brother

GoldenShane – Rochelle’s thoughtful and wise brother

Lal – Rochelle’s shy, cautious sister and best friend

Lilac – Rochelle and siblings’ mom

Frank – Rochelle and siblings’ dad

Railly – the friendly young roachette that greeted them at the restaurant

Colette – Railly’s aunt who helps teach the young

Gideon – the wise elder of Railly’s family

Rhonda – Railly’s fun and playful sister, and Lulu’s best friend

Lulu – Railly’s happy-go-lucky brother, and Rhonda’s best friend

Brandon – a handsome young scout

Toady - rotund sibling of Rochelle's

Couples:

Rochelle and Gideon

Daimion and Railly

Lal and Brandon

Shane and Colette

Growing Up
The sharks were new to their leafy world, having been born recently, and were still getting used to everything. One of the baby sharks was agitated, since she hadn’t eaten since she’d been born. She didn’t realize she was hungry, and charged after a nearby fish since the hunger was making her angry. It worked! She felt much better, and the fish tasted good, besides! She began hunting for more.

While she was exploring, she saw another fish about her size and decided to taste it, too. She was sneaking up on it, but it “heard” her, turned to face her, and opened its mouth at her! She knew she could take it and opened her mouth at it as she swam towards it. They collided mouth-to-mouth.

“Ouch! My teeth!” she cried, as she watched some of her teeth flutter and waggle down to the ocean bed. Then she looked up at her opponent, and saw that he was also watching his teeth shimmy downwards. She suddenly noticed that both groups of their escaping teeth looked exactly the same, and she looked back up at her equally surprised foe.

“Aack! Oww!” he yelled at the same time as she did. He looked at her face and saw she was looking down. He followed her gaze and saw their teeth fluttering down to the watery floor. He also noticed that they all looked alike, then looked back at her, feeling just as surprised as she looked.

Instead of giving up and going their separate ways, the two of them began swimming around each other in circles, sizing each other up. Soon they were speeding around kelp stalks and leaves, trying to nip each other’s tails. As they circled, they both realized that they were equally fast, the same size, and very determined.

Finally they each realized that they couldn’t take their opponent, so they stopped circling and faced each other. They stared at each other for a few moments more before the girl said to him, “Wanna catch some food together?”

He paused to consider, but then quickly nodded in agreement. They wouldn’t have to face off anymore, and they could both eat something. It suddenly occurred to him, too, that he might have found a friend. He liked the idea of having a companion to share time and adventures with, and they could both swim around telling each other jokes and stories. He couldn’t think of any stories or jokes to tell her, yet, since he was only three days old, but he was sure they’d find something to talk about.

“Nice to meet you,” he formally greeted her. He then paused for a moment, wondering what to say. “Let’s eat!” he then ventured enthusiastically, enjoying their new relationship.

Together they began looking for fish inside their kelp forest, and soon they came across an entire school of them. The sharks watched as the teacher began showing her students what was good to eat.

“See this?” the teacher asked, as she pointed at a slug on a leaf with one of her fins. “It’s slow and delicious, but a bit slimy. Avoid eating its shell.”

Her students were all rapt with attention.

“What’re those over there?” asked one observant fish, while pointing with his fin at the two sharks.

The teacher turned and looked, and stated, “Those are two baby bull sharks. Avoid them because they have sharp teeth and love to eat fish.”

The entire class “oohed” and “awwed”, and edged closer to the sharks to see them better. This made the twosome uneasy since the whole crowd of fish was almost encircling them now.

“So, um...” began the boy shark to the fish teacher, “do you know where a shark school might be?” He figured this might make the teacher stay in charge of her students, and keep her class away from his newfound friend and himself.

The teacher pondered for a moment, and her class stayed where they were, waiting expectantly for their teacher’s next words of wisdom.

“Well,” began the sole adult fish, “all the schools move around constantly, since there’s so much to see and learn. But I think I saw a school of sharks about your size over by the big pile of rocks. That-ta way,” she said as she pointed in the general direction of the rock pile.

“What kind of fish are you all?” asked the female shark out of curiosity.

“We’re wrasse,” replied the font of wisdom. “Big wrasse sometimes eat your kind, so don’t go ha-wrassing wrasse,” she added with a grin. Her class and the young sharks just looked at her with blank expressions.

The teacher just sighed, then continued, “You’re safe from this bunch behind me. Unless you make their parents mad. My advice? Don’t bug bunches of fish, or big ones. You’ll be fine. Go on, now!” With that, she concluded her inclusive lesson, and returned to teaching her own exclusive group.

The two possible siblings looked in the direction of the pile of rocks they’d been directed to, and began swimming observantly through their home forest towards it.

“Do we really want to go to school?” asked the girl.

“We’d better learn a few things before we go adventuring too much,” he responded. “After all, look how much we learned from that other school!”

“Yeah, I guess so. But if I get bored I’m outta there! I’m still hungry. How about you?”

“I’m still hungry, too, but I’d like to learn where and what I should try to eat. I don’t want to be food for any wrasse or whatever.”

She sighed. “I suppose it’s worth trying.”

So together they swam over to the rock pile listening for any schools in session nearby.

A school of fish they didn’t recognize swam by, and the girl asked them, “Hey, have you seen a school of us around?”

The school and teacher quickly vanished into the kelp forest without saying a word to them.

“Didn’t they take off kinda quick?” she asked.

“Like, fer sure!” he replied, while looking at the spot where the passing class had vanished.

“Well, let’s look around some. Then we’ll go looking for food if they don’t show up.”

“’Kay,” he answered.

Together they swam around near the rock pile, and finally came across the school they were looking for.

“Hooray!” he cried! "Hopefully we’ll make some new friends", he thought to himself. "And eat!"

She rolled her eyes at him, but they both swam over to the group. They stayed together in the class for the rest of the day, and their teacher, a larger bull shark, fed the class midday with a “wild” fish. Then she was content to stay with the school.

They made new shark friends, but the two of them were tight from their brief adventures, and they learned several hunting techniques, what to eat and where. They also learned to avoid all big fish.

“Anything big enough or with a lot of teeth can eat you,” their kindly teacher, Alfan, said in passing. “Listen to your instincts, too. If you’re unsure, let your instincts be your guide.”

There were very few large fish that ventured into their kelp forest, and when they did, Alfan had told them, it was often to give birth or to find food. “Either way,” he had stated calmly, “just keep away from them.”

A few days later the same school of wrasse they’d met before came to visit.

“Hi, Lady Wrasse!” called the girl shark.

“Kids,” said Alfan to his students, “these are wrasse. They’re also called “Cleaning Station Fish”. They’re here to teach us about themselves, and how they help others. Today, they’re here to clean our skin of parasites. They will also eat those annoying bits of food that get stuck in your teeth.”

The wrasse teacher turned towards the shark school and recognized the little bull sharks. “Kids, remember those two sharks from a few days back?” The little wrasse did, mostly. “If I’m not mistaken, the little girl who greeted us was one of them.”

“Yup! That was me and my friend!” she grinned, turning to look at her boy-friend.

He swam up next to his girl-friend and said, “Hi, again,” as he waved his pectoral fin at the wrasse.

She nodded to them both. “Will you volunteer for our demonstration, little lady?” she asked the enthusiastic girl. “My class will show you how they help to keep you clean and healthy.”

“Awesome cool!” exclaimed the girl shark as she sped over to the wrasse, then looked to Alfan for instructions.

Alfan nodded to his volunteer student, then the wrasse teacher, and said, “Everyone, this is Nico Wrasse and her students. They’re here to show us how they work. Also, never attack a wrasse if you enjoy being healthy.”

“Welcome!” greeted Alfan’s school of sharks, as he’d schooled them to do.

“Nice!” commented one shark, admiring the wrasse.

“Kewlio!” enthused another, glad to be meeting other types of fish.

“Are they nice?” asked a timid one at the back of the class.

“Wrasse are everyone’s friends,” assured Alfan confidently.

When the sharks were ready to watch, Alfan ushered them into good positions so they could see and learn without being in the way of their guests.

“Ready?” Nico asked her little volunteer, when everyone had finally settled down.

“Sure am!” she responded with her usual enthusiasm.

“Okay, class, you know what to do,” instructed Nico.

Cautiously, her two dozen or so kids got to work cleaning the girl’s gills, teeth and skin, while she stayed as still as possible. She didn’t want to accidentally hurt anyone and embarrass herself or her kindly teacher.

“It felt like a lot of really nice, gentle kisses, and all of my itches are gone!” the perfectly clean little shark enthused when it was all over.

Soon, the whole class wanted the wrasse to work on them. Everyone really enjoyed the experience and made several new friends. At the end of the day, the wrasse were stuffed full of food, and the sharks felt incredible, since they were now essentially parasite-free.

“That’s totes kewlio!” exclaimed the girl shark. “I wanna learn how to do that!”

There was a chorus of “me too’s” from the little bulls.

“Sorry,” replied the wrasse wrangler as she looked at them. “I’m afraid shark mouths can’t pick small things off of tender skin the way these guys’ mouths can. And they make it feel like a massage! They’ve gotten really good, and might graduate soon.”

“Whoopie!” “woot!” and “yay!!” exclaimed her class. Their teacher laughed happily and smiled at them.

“Where do we find you when we need a bath?” asked Alfan for his class’ benefit.

“Any quiet area on the seafloor near coral reefs or rocky shores,” replied Nico, with her attentive class murmuring agreement around her.

“Thank you!” the properly mannered sharks responded.

Alfan smiled at his group proudly, and respectfully said, “Thank you so very much, Nico! It’s been a wonderful lesson, as always. We hope to see you again, before too long!” He then said to the junior wrasse, “You’ve done a wonderful job, and, as you can see, you are greatly appreciated! We all hope you’ve had a great time here, too.”

“Like, this was scary at first, cos, like, ya know, you’re sharks,” began one of the wrasse kids, “but you’re all very nice!”

“Yeah!”

“What she said.”

“Exactly!” came the wrassponses.

“You’ve all made me very proud!” Nico gushed towards her class. “I’m very honored to be your teacher,” she concluded as she and her class moved back towards the kelp forest.

From that day on, the little sharks all wanted to get to know their neighbors better. They generally learned that the colorful and spiny fish were the ones to keep a good distance from, and the ones that blended into the background were good to eat, but hard to catch. The best fish to eat were the small, flighty ones in the open waters.

Alfan kept them all safe and well-fed. He also told them that his friends called him a fan of everyone and everything, since he was so very kind, and that was how he was chosen to be a teacher.

“I’m really glad I’m your teacher. You’re a lot of fun, and it’s great being able to see the world anew through your eyes,” he told them.

They all told him that they loved that he was their teacher, too, mostly because he truly cared about them, and because he was a great teacher and made learning fun. They were a very happy group.

During playtime one day, they were cavorting among the waves. The ever-enthusiastic girl was jumping as high as she could, and clearing the waves by a good foot.

“You look amazing doing that!” her friendly male shadow enthused. “All the water spray just sparkles around you, and follows you in tiny rainbows! I want to call you Spray, or Sparkle, or Rainbow! Everyone else is getting cool names like Rocket and Pearl and Ranger and Sunslicer. Nibbler might want to change her name, though. She’s too picky with her food. I want a cool name, too!” he whined.

The girl could tell he was really emotional about this, since he was usually so quiet. So she said, “Spray sounds like an octopus to me, with its ink; Sparkle sounds like I just want to look at myself or shiny things like Pearl, .... and Rainbow?? That makes me sound like the sky! Although, thanks! Rainbows are really pretty.”

She paused to think about this for a bit. “Maybe Sprinkle? That sounds like sparkle but with less of the staring at shiny things. And we still get the rainbow aspect. Let’s see how that works out, kay?”

The boy said the word out loud. “Sprinkle. I like that! It sounds gentle and pretty, but sort of powerful, too. Now we need a name for me.”

“Hmm,” said Sprinkle, thinking. “How about you do stuff, and we’ll see what we come up with.”

“Alright,” he agreed. He looked around for something to do, and decided to play in the waves by racing along the tall parts as they rolled along.

“Watch this!” he called. He then raced along inside the hump of the wave he’d chosen. He had decided to imitate Sprink’s jumping, and his plan was to surprise everyone by jumping from one wave to the next. The height of the wave and his speed were going to make it look like he was jumping extra high over the trough of the waves, he hoped.

He did a fantastic job staying in the wave roll, and he jumped amazingly well and high over the trough. While he was in the air, though, aiming for the next rolling wave, he suddenly realized just how high in the air he was, and how quickly he was traveling! He’d never been this far above the water before, and started to panic.

“Aaaaiiiiiieeeee!!!!” he squealed, hoping that no one down below could hear his quiet scream of panic. He knew he had to quickly gather his wits, though, so he could hit the water without hurting himself. He faced the wave he wanted, and waggled for it! He hit the top of the wave and surfed down the far side, then ‘splooped’ into the base of the trough.

Fortunately they were not near the shallows, or the young shark might have hit bottom. As it was, everyone was awestruck by the beauty of his leap, and amazed by his landing. They were also all laughing really hard from that incredible sound of his entry back into the water!

Many of his classmates began to call him, “Sploop”, but he complained that everyone had enjoyed his leap, so they should call him something that brought his flight to mind, like Sunslicer’s, instead of a certain bodily function. He was embarrassed, but he took the teasing good-naturedly. Now, however, he was almost desperate to get a good name, if for no other reason than to avoid being called Sploop for the rest of his life.

Sprink was determined that she not be connected to that name, either. She knew that the alliteration of “Sprink and Sploop” alone could create a lifetime burden for the both of them.

“C’mon, bro! Let’s see you do something name-worthy!” she cajoled him the next day. “We’ve gotta change it before it sticks!” She then realized what she’d said and guffawed.

The boy glared at her, but then began laughing too. “It is kinda funny,” he agreed. “But I don’t want it to stick, either.”

He swam around thinking, and finally came back to her. “I felt like I was flying yesterday, way high in the sky. It was magical! But then, when I got scared for a second, that’s when I lost my focus. It was really cool sliding down the back of that wave, though. I was kinda surfing like a flying fish above that wave, until I ‘splooped.’ Flyboy sounds too flighty, Magic sounds odd, Sunslicer’s already taken, Surf sounds great, Surfslicer, too.... but folks might keep associating my surfing with my sploop.”

Sprink saw he was getting dejected, so she intervened. “Your leap was wonderful! I think we were all pretty amazed, since you got so high. We’ve gotta find something that the others won’t associate with the sploop, though, like you said.”

They swam around together for a while, away from the others, then finally went to Alfie for advice. He listened to their tale of woe, and then offered this sage advice:

“They might always call you that, since you flew so beautifully and landed so incredibly ..... interestingly. But you never have to accept that as your given name. Just ignore them if they call you by it. It shouldn’t be long before they associate that sound with that memory, instead of you specifically. Meanwhile, if you do something else spectacularly, they’ll start giving you new nicknames because of that. Then maybe you’ll have a variety to choose from.”

“Way sweet!” Sprink enthused, brushing along Alfie’s side in the equivalent of a shark hug. “We knew you’d be able to help us! Thank you!”

Not-Sploop looked up at his brilliantly kind teacher admiringly. “Thank you!” he managed to get out, trying to avoid crying in front of them both. He tried to compose himself and think of another amazing thing to do in front of his classmates.

The other two watched him sympathetically, and suddenly Sprink asked Alfie, “Any ideas?”

Alfie paused in thought for a bit, and then asked the boy, “Do you really enjoy doing anything special? Like something you’re really talented at?”

“Umm... Well, I’m usually kinda quiet compared to Sprink, here, so I kinda blend into the background. Sometimes I surprise folks by just moving or talking, when they didn’t realize I was there.”

Alfan chuckled good-naturedly. “Everyone’s quiet compared to Sprinkle!”

Sprink had to chuckle about that, too, and their good spirits raised the boy out of his funk. He smiled at them both.

Their teacher continued, “When I teach ambush hunting, maybe you could appear out of nowhere and surprise the class as much as the prey. Just be quiet in the background like usual. Does that sound good?”

“Yes,” replied the kid, with a mischievous smile. His spirits were restored, and their newly made conspiracy plan made him feel remarkable.

Ambush hunting was a few days later, and Alfan took the boy to the side that morning so they could call him something other than the despised name.

“How about Shadow?” asked Alfie.

“Hmm. Okay,” he responded unenthusiastically. “It is descriptive, but it’s sorta similar to the other name.”

“That’s okay,” replied the teacher. “We want them to be amazed enough to come up with their own new nicknames for you.”

“You’re right, of course,” he smiled back at the teacher, with more spunk in his words than before. “I’m ready.”

“Good,” said Alfan quietly as he moved towards the class again. “Alright, everyone! Are we all ready for some grub? Today is the day we learn to hunt big fish and seals. “You’re not big enough to hunt them on your own, yet, but there are ways to do it so that you don’t get hurt. It’s a bright day, so you can each see how to do it. Now, watch me.”

With that, their mentor stopped moving. He was now half-hidden in some kelp and was looking up from near the sandy bottom, waiting for a prey animal to swim between him and the water’s surface. There was nothing between them and the surface, with bright rays of sunshine piercing the water and playing on the sandy floor. Several became slightly hypnotized by the bright lights, but when a lone fish swam along near the surface and broke the spell, that fish became the only thing they were focused on.

Alfan burst out of his hiding place and rocketed up towards the startled animal. Snap! went his teeth as he hit the animal at full speed. His momentum took him out of the water, along with his catch, and he landed again a moment later with the prey in his jaws. Splash!

He thrashed his prey from side to side, then let it go and swam away from it to a safe distance. They all watched as it twitched once and was still. Then Alfan had lunch. When he finished eating he led them to a different area.

“Now, I’ll tell you each when it’s your turn to do what I did.”

They all scanned the surface for a likely looking candidate. The boy, who was already unnoticed in the back of the group, hid in the shadow and weeds by a small pile of rocks. Soon the teacher saw a viable prey shadow swim above them.

“Shadow!” he called, as he looked up.

Whooom! A sudden blast of movement startled all but two of them, and everyone scattered briefly. When they looked upwards again, there weren’t any figures, so they swam towards the surface to search into the distance for them.

Splash! The sound got their attention, and all eyes turned that way. It was Sploop, with the fish in his mouth! He shook it back and forth, the way they’d been taught, then he left it so he could turn and see if it was dead. It was.

He took his trophy bite from it and swallowed, then said excitedly, “You’ve gotta see the cool cloud right on top of the water!”

Everyone poked their heads up to see the thick fog.

“Whoa!!” said Ranger, awestruck.

“Wicked cool!” exclaimed Sprink.

“Wow!” their teacher quietly said, amazed.

“Oh my scales!” gushed Pearl. “This is so thick we can almost breathe it!” she said as she tried, then coughed.

Sunslicer quietly said in amazement, “Gosh!”

Rocket was silently enjoying the airborne water, too, and suddenly asked, “How high did you go?” to Not-Sploop.

“I was up there so long, I thought I was able to swim in the airy ocean!” he exaggerated slightly. “I couldn’t see how far up I got, though, obviously.”

“That was awesome-amazing!” encouraged Sprink to her bestest buddy.

“Thanks!” he gushed back, becoming slightly embarrassed by all the praise. Then he suddenly got an idea, and asked, “What’s that cloud called, when we can touch it?”

Alfan’s eyes opened a bit wider in realization, then he answered with a grin, “We call it fog. But I’ve heard other teachers call it mist. I don’t know if there’s a difference, though.” He waited expectantly for the response.

The center of attention said to himself, “Fog. Nah, doesn’t sound right. Mist. Mist!” He then turned to everyone and announced, “I’d like to be known as Mist from now on, please!” Then he grinned happily at everyone and continued eating.

“From now on, I shall refer to you as Mist,” intoned Alfan, as he had when each of the others had decided on their names. “Who’s next?” he continued right after, in his regular voice. “We’ll move just a bit, but a few more of you can jump into the fog, too!”

The Capture
The class continued happily, and everyone that wanted to eat, filled up. They became knowledgeable hunters, and never killed unless they were hungry. The days, weeks and months following brought many fun surprises, strengthened their friendships, and saw the sharks growing up more. Finally they were ready to graduate, and were all wondering what to do with their lives. Many wanted to become teachers just like Alfan.

“Like, yo! Sprink!!” called Mist while they were out in a new section of ocean. “Looks like fisherman. Keep an eye out for lines and nets, dudette bro!”

“Yuppers, Bro-kins!” retorted Sprink good-naturedly. They couldn’t help but hear the motor from far off, but all they could really do is try to keep away from where it was and seemed to be headed.

Sadly, Ranger had been finned recently, and they were disgusted by all boaters now. Alfan had told everyone to keep away from those noises as best they could, and never, ever eat things hooked to lines of any sort.

The medium-sized sounding fishing boat was chugging along towards them, so everyone dove down to the bottom, where the noise was muffled some by the vegetation and absorbed by the sandy floor. Sprink and Mist were in a shallow valley, which helped block some of the noise of the boat’s engine.

“Whaddya wanna do after the boat goes by?” asked Sprink. “I’m bored.”

“Well,” replied Mist, “maybe we can play some tag? Or better yet, we can ask Alfie what we should do. He always comes up with something great!”

“Yeah! That’s a great idea,” Sprink responded.

Together they waited for the boat to pass, but instead, it stopped near them. The sharks and other fish stayed hidden, watching to see what would happen next. A heavy thing with a line attached clanked to the ocean floor, and soon after, two things splapped off the boat and started swimming.

“What! The! Heck?!” exclaimed Sprink with some fear.

“Umm... yeah,” Mist echoed.

They watched the swimmers swimming close to the coral and the fish and all the green plants, then the swimmers saw the two sharks watching them. Sprinkle and Mist stayed very still, so as not to make the two swimmers more interested.

“Oh, darnit,” muttered Mist, beginning to panic.

“Maybe we can chase them away,” offered Sprink, while looking to Mist for assistance.

“Not me!” declared Mist resolutely. “They’re big, and there are two of them!”

“Grr!” growled Sprink in frustration. “Fine, then let’s swim away. They don’t seem to be fast swimmers, and we’ll decide what we wan ...”

Just then, they both noticed that they’d been surrounded by a net, so they took off like Rocket could towards Alfan and their friends, hoping to get clear of their unnatural fence. They both got tangled up in it, though, and couldn’t break free. Both sharks saw the panic on Alfie’s face, and on their classmates’, as they were hauled up towards the boat.

“Aaaaaaaaaahh!!” screamed Mist in a panic. “I don’t wanna get finned!!” He continued thrashing, trying to break free, but ended up just tangling himself more firmly in the net.

“Stop panicking and THINK!!” shouted Sprink, near panic herself. She immediately noticed that the net was open on the top, even though they were surrounded on all sides and beneath by it.

“Swim up and fly like you’ve never flown before!” she continued shouting to Mist, as she launched herself upwards towards freedom. Unfortunately, she hadn’t been able to see that the top of the net was gathered together near the boat, since the boat’s winch was hauling the net up and out of the water. Now she was tangled, too.

The boat brought the sharks to the surface, but no farther. The sharks were too panicked and in shock to see what was happening on the boat, but they did notice the movements.

The boat’s crew worked carefully to untangle the young sharks from the net without hurting them. They couldn’t release them fully, however, since they now wanted to place slings underneath each of the sharks and haul them aboard.

“Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaahh!!” screamed Mist, still in a panic and thrashing more.

“Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaahh!!” screamed Sprink, afraid of being finned or eaten alive. She still was trying to figure things out, but was close to going into hysterics like Mist. She was able to notice through her panicked haze, however, that the things on the boat were being gentle with her and Mist. She was watching them without thrashing much, uncertain as to what they wanted from the two of them.

She was beginning to go into shock, though, and didn’t struggle much as the creatures loaded the two of them into the slings, then placed them into separate rectangular-shaped boxes filled with water. They couldn’t move around much, but they were in water again, which was nice.

Mist had gone into shock, and was no longer screaming, although he continued to thrash weakly. Sprink was still trying to figure things out, but wasn’t getting anywhere, so just listened for Mist’s movements inside the box. She knew he was still alive, anyway.

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Down below, Alfan and the others watched the divers leave with their two fellow sharks, plus a few unlucky other types of fish.

“Stay near me, but stay hidden!” Alfan called to his wards. “I’ll bite them if they come near us!”

Fortunately the divers took little notice of the shark school, and continued capturing little groups of fish. They were careful not to hurt them in any way, though, and all the sharks noticed this, as the small groups of victims were hauled aboard the vessel.

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Soon afterwards, Sprink and Mist heard the boat’s all too familiar engines start up again, and they began moving. The thrumming was actually somewhat relaxing, so Sprink decided to worry about things again when they got to wherever it was that they were going.

She couldn’t make plans until she saw where they were going to end up, but she wasn’t going anywhere without her bestest buddy. He was going to be her priority, she decided. Once she’d given herself a course of action, her world began to come into focus again. She’d make sure they were both okay, then together they’d decide how to escape and get back home to their friends.

“If I could just stop being afraid for a moment, this could be a great adventure,” she told herself. Now that she thought about it being an adventure, she began to smile about it. “This could be way cool,” she decided.

The boat continued onwards, and Mist finally began to unpanic. “I’m here with Sprink,” he reminded himself gratefully. “I’m not alone, and we’re both okay, so far,” he reassured himself. “They’re not gonna fin us, cos they would’a done it already, if that’s what they wanted from us!” he concluded, releasing a lot of his anxiety in a huge sigh with that realization. “Now I just need to find Sprink,” he thought, beginning to worry himself again. He began to cry.

Sprink heard Mist crying, and shrieked, “Mist!!” to him, so that he’d know she was there. She was going to call to him some more, but hadn’t realized how very confined these boxes were! She decided to be extremely quiet for the rest of their journey, since the confined shriek had left her mostly deaf. She knew she’d be fine again, soon, but her ears were ringing for the moment.

Mist had heard Sprink’s shriek, since their boxes were side-by-side, and he called back to her so she’d know where he was. His knowing that she was there for him brought him out of his funk, and he tried to reassure her that they’d both be just fine, since these creatures were treating them okay.

He waited for her response, but didn’t worry much when she didn’t answer. He knew that she knew he was there. He felt confident now that they could get through anything together, so he was just going to wait until they were reunited. Then they could make their escape plans.

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“We’re going to follow them!” Alfan declared when the boat’s engines started up again. “Carefully and at a distance, though. We’ll get them back.”

All of the nearly year-old sharks followed their beloved leader without hesitation. They immediately understood that Alfie was willing to risk his life in defense of them. Also, without it being said, he trusted every one of them enough to be able to handle the upcoming situations.

“If I tell you to swim, though, you swim for your lives, and don’t look back until you’re certain that you’re safe! Got it?” Alfan commanded them, with anger in his voice, when he turned back to them momentarily. “I’m not losing any more of you to these horrible monsters!” With that, he resumed following the boat holding his two students.

Rocket and Pearl were bestest buddies, too, and looked at each other questioningly. They weren’t completely surprised by Alfie’s anger, but at the same time, he’d never once raised his voice to any of them before.

Pearl gathered all of her courage and stated determinedly, “We’re with you!”

Rocket looked at her with a bit of surprise, but then echoed her sentiment with, “Yeah! We’re with you, Alfan! All the way!” Rocket had a feeling of fear then, but he knew that he’d want someone to help rescue him if he were ever sharknapped.

All of Alfan’s students were determined to help, even though all of them were smart enough to be scared. They’d all been there to help comfort Ranger as he died not so long ago, and everyone missed him a lot. They wanted their pair of friends back as much as they wished they could bring back Ranger.

--

The boat chugged onwards steadily, until it finally reached their destination. Soon they began their offload. The men were as careful offloading them as getting them onboard, so the sharks were less afraid this time.

Sprink watched as the humans carefully slipped the sling under her while staying away from her dangerous teeth. She wasn’t afraid now, just a little mad and curious at the same time. Soon the sling started lifting her out of the water, so she gulped as much water as she could before it was out of her reach. She held her last mouthful of water as an oxygen reserve, then prepared to scout the area for an escape route.

“Wow!!” exclaimed Sprink, pushing the last of the water through her gills. She was now high up in the air above the docks, being transferred to a waiting truck. “This is awesome!!” she squealed in exhilaration, as she flew through the air with no effort. “Wheeee!!” she giggled happily as she came down for the landing, enjoying her adventure immensely.

She got a very good look at the humans who transferred her into the truck’s water-box. They were all being careful not to alarm her by moving fast or speaking too loudly, and she decided that she could like these creatures. She still wanted to go home, though. She couldn’t escape the sling or the box, she realized, so she just breathed some more water and waited for Mist to join her in the neighboring box.

When Mist’s turn came to fly in Sprink’s wake, he was still somewhat afraid, so he stayed rather still. The humans got the sling on him quickly, and soon he was up high above the docks. He was so awestruck by the experience that he couldn’t speak. All he could do was to take it all in, and try to memorize every millisecond of his flying above everything. “Wait’ll I tell Rocket!” he thought. He quickly realized he couldn’t, and tried to remember everything so he could tell them all about it when he did return home. He began to cry again, but the sad and happy tears were all mixed together, and he couldn’t decide if he was more happy or sad.

As Mist took in the incredible vista, he noticed the human beings surrounding a rectangular box. He looked to see what they were doing, and suddenly spotted Sprink in the rectangular tub of water. He almost called out to her, but realized that no one could hear him up here. The whole world up here was loud! It was a different type of loud than the waters’, but still loud.

Here, Mist was noticing the humans had voices and were all talking to each other at once, it seemed. The sounds of the thing that was holding him made squeaking and grinding sounds, the many boxes and crates made thumps when they were being moved by other things that roared and beeped, the waves were hitting the boat and the shore and making glurps and sizzling noises, and there were many bird calls as flocks foraged on and around the docks.

Mist was a good listener, and was taking all this in when he came in for a landing, too. “’Bout time,” he thought, since his gills were beginning to dry, but he kept reliving his flight through the air while they were driven to their next destination.

His first action as he sank into his fresh tub of water was to breathe. ''“Ahh! That feels really nice,”'' he thought as he took in several breaths. His second action was to thrash and call, “Sprink,” since they were once again in side-by-side boxes.

Sprink heard him and answered back, “I’m here.” She said this a lot more quietly than last time, since she was sure he could hear her just fine. She’d seen that their tubs were right next to each other on her sightseeing trip, too.

They had both noticed that they were in tubs on board a long rectangle with wheels. They’d been watching these trucks move in and out of the area, so they knew they were soon to be on the move again.

--

The school continued to tail the boat at a distance, and eventually they came to a busy boat area. No one wanted to follow their target boat into the noisy melee, but Alfan made note out loud that none of the boats were fishing in any way. If the boats had been slowing down or trailing any chunks of food in their wake, Alfie would never have let his class follow them any further, but the boats weren’t fishing, so Alfan and his class stayed near the bottom of the inlet as they continued their quiet chase.

Finally their prey chugged to a stop at a busy dock where many boats were docked. Alfie and his crew hid under the docks, watching what they could of all the activities going on. At last, several of them heard and saw Sprink being lifted above the boat.

The shark school couldn’t miss hearing Sprink’s happy squeals, but she couldn’t seem to hear any of them screaming back to her. Now they were hoping Mist would be going with her, wherever that was. No one knew what to do next, so they looked to Alfan for guidance.

Their teacher was watching where Sprink was being loaded, and was studying the truck she was being loaded into.

“There’s Mist!” called Pearl.

Mist was obviously moving around, so the class’ tension eased, somewhat. They all watched as he was loaded into the same truck as Sprink.

Then the whole class copied Alfan’s staring at the truck and trying to memorize the markings. This wasn’t too difficult, since there were lots of marine animals painted on the sides of the truck, but they couldn’t figure out what their teacher was trying to see.

“Why are you still staring at it?” asked Rocket.

“I’m trying to decide how to rescue them,” moaned Alfan to his students.

“If they drive along the shore we can follow them,” ventured Pearl. “After all, if they have all those animals in that much water, they must be near the shore so they can keep all that water fresh for them. And they’ve got to be able to feed them, too.”

Everyone stared at Pearl for a few moments. Even Alfan. They’d never heard her say more than 5 or so words at a time before, and it was usually in response to something. She was actually quieter than Mist when it came to talking. And now they realized she was kind of smart, too.

Alfan hugged her and Rocket did, too.

“Awesome, Girlfriend!” Rocket complimented her. All her other classmates did, too.

They watched as the truck’s engine started and the truck moved away from the docks. Fortunately, Pearl’s guess had been correct, and the truck stayed near the shore. It vanished from their views, occasionally, but reappeared before long. Several miles down the shore, it came to a building with the same marine animal pictures on it as the truck had. This was obviously the truck’s home, so this was where they knew they were going to try to break their friends free.

--

Neither Sprink nor Mist could see anything, but they weren’t surprised when the truck’s engine started. They didn’t mind when they started moving, since they were already used to the movement and engine of the boat, but both were hoping they wouldn’t end up very far from their home waters. They were each sure of where the other was, so they just relaxed and put up with it. They were a little bit surprised when they went up and down the hills, but after a couple of them, the little fish got bored again.

Soon they came to a halt, and the pair just waited for the humans to unload them again. Nothing changed about their transfers except for the view. This time Mist was the first out. Naturally the first thing he looked for was Sprink. He saw her box, but couldn’t see her for all the people around him, so he looked around to figure out any escape routes.

“See ya soon, Sprinkle!” he called as he was being lifted out of his box. He heard a thump from her box in response, so he knew she’d heard him. He began looking around and saw no obvious escape route at the moment, so Mist simply took everything in.

He was lifted in his sling, and saw a big tank of water with some decorations, like coral and kelp in it, next to the truck. He saw a few more big tanks side-by-side along the aisle, and saw some other sea-animals in them, but they were each in separate big tanks. As Mist was lowered into the empty but decorated tank, he hoped that Sprink would be able to join him. He swam out of the sling into the tank when he was deep enough, and then watched the sling rise up out of the water and move back towards the truck.

Mist watched the humans grab hold of the sling and bend over Sprink’s box. He didn’t hear thrashing or squealing, so he had to assume that she was fine. He watched them lift her and swing her over to his tank, and then started watching the machine that was carrying her. He began to concentrate on how the lifting machine was working, and noticed that every time the human inside the machine moved a stick, the machine changed what it was doing.

Now the ever-observant shark began studying the machine operator, and watching how the person was manipulating the multiple sticks to make the machine work. He then realized that the humans were working inside all of the machines!

“Were the machines in charge of the humans,” Mist asked himself, “or were the humans in control of the machines?" It was beginning to look like they might be here long enough to find out.

The boy shark then changed his attention back to his bestest gal friend, and watched as she landed gently in the water. He then kept watching as the ropes on one side of the sling got longer and let Sprink gently roll and slide into the water. Mist quickly looked back to the machine operator and saw that the person inside the machine was being directed by one of the people near the truck. The same truck that they’d just arrived in!

Mist became just a little bit afraid again, then, because he could easily understand that the humans were alive, but the machines didn’t look like living creatures at all. The machines might have minds of their own, and were just working with the humans to do something nasty to them. Mist didn’t want to cry just then, since he felt he needed to be strong for his gal, but he really needed a hug, so he went and rubbed against Sprink’s side a few times for reassurance.

--

While Sprink was being lifted out of her truck-box, she was becoming annoyed. Not only had she been sharknapped away from her family and her home, but then she and Mist had been plopped into boxes for a long ride on the boat. She couldn’t complain about the aerial views when she was moved to the truck, but to be honest, she was beginning to get seasick on the boat, and got a lot more seasick in the truck. She’d rather be back at home without those beautiful sights, and with all of her friends.

Now that she was being moved somewhere else by the sling, she wasn’t sure if she was glad about it or furious. When she’d answered Mist’s call to her earlier by thumping her tail on the box, it had released some of her frustration, but made her even more aware than before about how confined that box was, so they’d better not be putting her into another small box for another ride anywhere! She was ready to turn her stomach inside out.

Once she got to see the rows of big tanks, though, and spotted Mist watching her from inside the nearest one, she was ready for this ride to be over so she could be with him. She was focused mainly on him during her journey to his tank, and saw that he was watching the things going on behind her. He looked quite comfortable, even though he wasn’t looking happy, and was looking very intensely at whatever it was he was watching.

Sprinkle couldn’t see behind her because of the sling, and obviously couldn’t turn to look, either. She was going to have to ask him once she arrived what it was that was so interesting to him. It suddenly occurred to her that maybe they weren’t the only sharks from their group that had been captured! “Nooooo!!” she silently screamed. “Everyone else had just better be safe, or I’ll take a bite out of one of these people!”

She was finally over her dude’s tank, and was looking forward to some lovely, quiet, still water so that her head and stomach could calm down. A nice nap would do wonders for her, but first she HAD to ask Mist what was going on. He was finally watching her, and looking worried.

She came down into the tank and water gently, which she was very grateful for, and gently sloshed out of the sling. She took several calming gulps of refreshing water, and immediately felt some better. She then noticed that her buddy seemed sad and anxious. He came over to her, and without saying anything, rubbed against her side in a hug a few times.

Sprinkle decided to let him calm down first, and tell her his news in his own time. Meanwhile, she was watching what she could through the see-through material to where the humans were doing things. There were many of them going in all directions, but mostly they were packing up all the stuff that she and her bro had been brought here in.

Sprink watched as the humans put the sling into another box filled with liquid. Then they dumped the boxes of water that had kept both of them alive. The water flowed until it disappeared into a hole in the floor. After that, the humans sprayed the boxes and the truck with a snake that spit an endless stream of water. That flowed too, until it also disappeared into the same hole. Then the truck was full? So the people stopped spraying it. Then the last two people got into the truck and drove away, and the whole area got quiet.

Mist had calmed down during this time, and was watching the “outside world”, too. He just looked somewhat sad, now, and Sprink tried to help him with a rub-hug of her own. When she turned back towards him, he seemed ready to speak.

“I’m so glad you’re here with me!” Mist told her with another hug.

“Me too!” she replied with a more intense hug in return.

Then he said, “I was watching all those people and the machine that lifted us up and into this water. Those people and the machines work together!”

“Yeah, I know,” said Sprink, not understanding what Mist was trying to say.

“But, ya know, I’m wondering if the machines are alive and are telling the people what to do? What do you think?” Mist enquired of her with barely restrained worry.

“Why do you think that?” she asked.

“Well, because they, ya know, work together,” Mist stated, still distraught.

Sprink thought for a moment, putting together her thoughts on the matter.

“Well, here’s the way I see it,” she began with confidence. “Those humans speak to each other with as much meaning as you and I do. We look at each other, and move around with each other. We talk to each other, and we play. We pay attention to one other, and react when any of us are in distress or happy, angry or sad or hurt. That’s how the humans are. They worked together to get us into and out of those nets and onto that boat. Same with getting us into those slings and onto that truck, and then again, here.”

Mist murmured agreement and kept watching and listening to his gal-bro.

“But those machines?” Sprink continued, “Did you even once hear them talk to each other? Sure, they all made noises, but did the other machines ever sound like they were talking, and then listening to the others? I didn’t hear it, and they were blasted loud! And the humans inside the machines? Did you hear either the humans having a conversation with the machines or vice versa? Me neither. And finally, now that there are no humans in sight, what are the machines doing? Talking? Eating? Playing?” She paused and waited for a response from him.

“Nothing,” ventured her bro. “Totes nothing!” he repeated with more gusto and a grin.

“That’s right,” she stated with certainty. “If those machines were alive at all, they’d be taking it easy and lying down, or going away to get something to eat, or else just having a nice, quiet conversation amongst themselves. So we don’t have to worry about them, unless a human is working with them,” she concluded.

Her Bro-friend tackle-hugged her so forcefully that they nearly hit the back wall of their enclosure.

“I love you, gal-friend genius of mine!” he exploded emotionally, as he began swimming in fast circles around her. “You’re a genius-genius!” he gushed, finally letting out all the emotions that he’d been trying to hold in for the last three days. That was how long it had been since they’d been captured, and they were feeling every minute of it physically and emotionally.

Sprink watched Mist speed around their tank, and decided that she needed something to keep his mind occupied, or else he’d go crazy. She could never let that happen to him, so she thought and thought about what to do to keep him from focusing on his fears. It finally occurred to her that his naturally strong observation skills could be exactly what would work!

“Mist?” she called calmly and quietly to him, as he zoomed in an endless circle around the tank. “Yo! Mist!” she called more forcefully, but still calmly, still putting together what she was going to say to him.

He slowed down and came over to her to see what was on her mind.

“Yeah?” he asked her, breathing hard from his laps.

“If we’re ever gonna get out of here, we’re going to need your incredible powers of observation,” she told him, with just enough worry in her voice to make him pay attention. “We’ve gotta figure out how to leave, since we can’t walk out of here like the humans.”

Sprink gave him a few moments to digest this information, and then she continued, “Try to learn how the humans operate those machines, since they seemed so alive while you were watching them. I couldn’t see a thing from my sling, but I could sure hear everything.”

Mist burst out laughing, releasing the last of his pent-up tension.

Sprink watched, perplexed, and finally asked, “What?”

Mist finally stopped laughing enough to say, “You sounded like a wanna-be rap star!” At this, he burst into more peals of laughter. He sounded happier now than when he’d come up with his new name of Mist!

Sprink couldn’t figure out what she’d said that was so hilarious, but she was grateful that he’d enjoyed it so much. She just let him keep laughing, and began exploring their cage with renewed optimism.

New Friends
Meanwhile, outside the aquarium, for that’s what it was, Alfie and his students were busy puzzling out how they could break in. They’d managed to find an outflow pipe from the building, which was sending out slightly warmer water than what they were swimming in. This naturally had peaked their curiosity, so together with Alfan, they were trying to decide what they’d like to do about it.

The small shark school studied the situation, and came to the conclusion that there was no way that any of them could journey up the pipe. Not if they wanted to come back in a healthy way, at any rate. All the sharks came together to create a think-tank. After a few minutes, Alfan struck on the idea of recruiting another creature that could go up the pipe without harm.

“We need to find an octopus or two with no young to take care of,” stated their teacher. “They can walk on land and not breathe water for a few minutes at a time. If they’ll help us out, they can find out if that pipe leads to a way inside, or at least maybe they can tell us what they see.”

“Yay!” cheered Rocket.

“Kewlio!” agreed Slicer.

“We can feed them fish as a reward for doing this,” stated Pearl thoughtfully.

“Brilliant!” agreed Alfan, with a grin to Pearl.

“Greet them without going near them, if you can,” stated Alfie to his class about approaching the octopi. “Then ask them if they’d be willing to help us out. Be sure to tell them that we’re willing to pay them in fish to help rescue our kids.”

Everyone agreed, and they took off in pairs for safety. After a couple of hours, Rocket and Pearl returned with two cephalopod volunteers. Soon, everyone had either given up or returned with a volunteer.

“This is wonderful!” said a relieved Alfan, who had returned empty-finned. “You volunteers can take turns, so we can hopefully rescue our kids faster, and you all don’t get tired out. Thank you very much for coming!”

Pearl said, “These are our two new octopus friends. This one is Justine,” and the girl octopus waved a tentacle to everyone, “and this one is I See.” The boy cephalopod did the same.

“They have a few conditions we need to agree to before they’ll help us, and both Pearl and I agree with their reasons,” continued Rocket. “Go ahead and tell everyone your conditions, please,” he said to their eight-legged volunteers. “I’m sure everyone here will agree to them, but we need to ask.”

“Hi!” said Justine. “Um, basically, you can’t eat us, or any of our kin. That includes squids.”

All the sharks agreed without a discussion.

“And we really like mackerel, if that’s okay?” asked I See. “Also, if we get tired, we’re gonna rest. But we want to find your kids, too,” he said as he glanced at Justine.

“We want you two to stay safe,” said Alfan to their new scouts. “We’d like you to crawl up this tube with the water flowing out, and tell us if you see our youngsters or another way in.”

“Um,” began Sunslicer, “I’ve got a small volunteer that overheard me asking the octopus I came across. That octopus said no, though.” Slicer then showed them the small star-shaped volunteer that he’d carried between his fin and his body.

“Hi, everyone!” called the little starfish, slowly waving an arm at them. “My name’s Avistar, but you can call me Avi. All my friends do!” he greeted enthusiastically, albeit slowly.

Everyone was dumbfounded for a few moments. Even Justine and I See, who lived on the seafloor with starfish, were struck speechless by the new speaker.

Finally Slicer spoke up. “Avi can do lots. He walks really slow, ya know, but he can hang on to every surface. Like, he’s small, too, though, so maybe he can go where the new two can’t?” He said this last part while looking at the new duo.

“Well, we can actually fit into really small places, since we don’t have any bony structures, the way you do,” I See ventured cautiously to this new group.

“And we’ve got suckers on all of our arms, so we stick really well to stuff, too,” Justine added, while showing them a couple of her sucky arms.

Avi and Slicer seemed a bit crestfallen at this revelation.

“Oh, .... okay,” Slicer said sadly.

“You know, like Slicer said, Avi’s actually quite a bit smaller than you two,” said Alfan to their eight-legged friends just then, since he couldn’t bear to see any of his kids sad. “He might be able to hide in plain sight, too, since he moves so slow. That’s an asset.”

Slicer grinned at Alfie, and Avi raised one of his legs. Arms?

“Why don’t we start now, since we’re all here,” stated Alfan. “Take Avi with you when you go in. He might be able to get farther, somehow.”

“I’ll go first,” offered Justine. She quickly realized her statement could be misinterpreted as going alone and first, so she added, “I’ll take Avi with me, of course.” She then wondered how Avi would ride on her, and quickly realized the only reasonable place was on her head. She face-tentacled for a moment, but then offered an arm to her new ward.

“C’mon,” she offered the little starfish. “Let’s go exploring! I’ll take very good care of you, Avi.”

With that, the little guy raised an arm to start his long and arduous journey onto her proffered leg. Arm? But once he accepted her offer, she gently raised him up onto her head, and waited patiently for him to get a good grip. While she was waiting, she asked, “Why did the starfish suck on the octopus’ head?” She grinned, expectantly.

“Because he wanted to be her crowning glory?” guessed Pearl, enjoying this new game.

“Nice one!” praised Justine. Everyone laughed and congratulated Pearl, too. “Anyone else?”

“Because he wanted a better view?” offered Avi.

Everyone chuckled at that, and immediately complimented their new starry friend.

“Nice!” smiled Justine. “Any other guesses?” She looked around and saw everyone thinking. Then she felt that Avi was attached well, and said, “Because he wanted to figure out how a female’s mind worked!”

The kid sharks groaned, but Alfie, I See and Avi all laughed, since they were adults and understood that no one knew the answer to that mystery of life!

Justine grinned, thanked everyone, waved a tentacle at her audience, and took off for the spout of warm water, with her star attached to her crown.

Avi had never traveled this fast or with this great of a view before, and was enjoying it thoroughly. He asked Justine about some of the sights they were zooming past, and she answered him as best she could.

“That’s a long way down to the bottom, there.”

“I guess so,” answered Justine, continuing to squirt along towards the pipe.

“Watch out for those plants and rocks, please!” Avi worried out loud, gripping more tightly to her head.

“Don’t worry, I won’t brush you off against that kelp or those rocks.”

“I don’t want to get eaten by any of them,” he said worriedly about several fish.

“None of those fish are going to mess with me, so don’t you worry about them.”

Less than a minute after they’d begun their journey, they reached the pipe, much to Justine’s relief.

She looked back, and saw that all of the sharks were swimming up and watching her from the shallows around the jumble of rocks that surrounded the pipe. She gave a “thumbs up” signal with the tip of a tentacle, and waited for Avi to do the same. Meanwhile, all of the sharks and her brother gave her fins or “thumbs up” signals, too.

Avi began his maneuver after a few moments, then he quickly gripped her head again. This only took 30 seconds or so.

“Now, hang on tight,” Justine cautioned Avi, as she crawled out of the ocean water and into the warmer water cascading down and through the rocks.

After only a few feet, she was inside the concrete tube that was channeling the warmer water to the bay. Justine couldn’t see all that well in here, but she was making excellent progress. Soon, she was able to see light at the far end of the tunnel. She lowered her head into the water to keep Avi wet, and let him soak for a few moments.

“Thanks!” he piped up, underwater. “I’d been holding my breath, just to be sure I didn’t panic.”

Josie wanted to face-tentacle again, but couldn’t trust where this water was from, so instead just took a deep breath. It didn’t smell or taste bad at all, so she became more eager to see what was ahead.

“Ready!” called Avi, obviously enjoying this adventure.

Josie took a calming breath, then continued tentacle-walking towards the light. Soon she and Avi could see where some of the water was flowing in. There was a hole in the ceiling of the tube, with a metal grate on top.

They both studied the opening for a moment, and then Josie asked Avi, “Would you like to wait here, or fit through one of those openings with me?”

“I’ll hang on really tight, okay?” Avi said, with a note of hysteria in his voice.

“I won’t let anything happen to you, Avi,” Justine said as calmly and patiently as she could. She made a mental note of where he was on her head, then aimed for a big hole in the grate so they could both get through.

“Can you get through on your own?” she asked the paranoid star, as soon as he was able to reach through the grate.

“Yes, thank you!” he replied, and began his slow climb onto the top of the grate.

Neither of them needed to worry about their next breath, because the flow of water here was a nice shower, and without a very strong current.

Soon, Avi had made his way off of Justine’s head. She looked up to see how he was doing, then moved to a different hole in the grate and climbed up, too. Now that she was thinking about it, she’d just help him through a hole, next time, on her arm.

She placed Avi back onto her head, knowing that he’d gotten a good 10-minute breath, and looked around. They were in a concrete channel, and there were many see-through walls beyond.

Justine almost didn’t notice the two sharks swimming in one of the nearby cubes of water, but now that she had, she quickly looked around to see if there were other prisoners in need of rescuing.

She noticed a few small fish in one of the other tanks, but didn’t see any other marine animals. She suddenly had an idea and started speaking to Avi.

“Do you see those sharks?” she asked.

“Yup! I do!” Avi returned.

“I need you to go over and tell them we’re out here and trying to figure out how to rescue them.”

“Um,... okay,” said Avi uncertainly, looking all the way over to the shark tank.

“I can get you there, “ Justine reassured him, “I just need you to talk to them.”

“Okay. Thanks!” Avi replied happily.

With that, Justine looked around carefully, then scrambled over to the sharks’ tank when she saw no dangers, grabbed Avi off her head and flipped him into the tank, much to the surprise of everyone but herself.

“Aaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeee!!!” screamed Avi as he spun like a pinwheel through the air. Josie was a good thrower, and Avi splished into the tank with the very surprised sharks, who were far too surprised to do much of anything other than stare in shock.

Quickly Justine raced back to the floor drain and began to squeeze through. She suddenly remembered to turn back and wave to Avi and the sharks, though. She saw Avi still spinning in the water, so she waved to the sharks. One of the sharks hesitantly waved a fin back. With that, she took off into the drain and splodged her way back to the entrance. Exit?

Justine was amazed at how remarkably quiet the tunnel was this time, and worried about her little star-shaped friend. She resolved to ask the sharks if they normally eat starfish when she got back to them. She didn’t think so, but Avi looked like he might be a bit dazed from his journey into the tank.

Soon, she was exiting the pipe, and she looked around before making herself visible to the outside world. You never knew when a hungry bird might just happen by.

Fortunately, the way looked clear, and she scrambled down to the bay water. She whistled for her shark friends, and soon they came to greet her. Together, they journeyed down to the deeper, and safer waters, away from the spigot.

“Avi’s safe in the shark tank!” Justine burst out when the little group assembled in the deep. She proceeded to tell them everything about their journey, and that it wasn’t very far away. She began to worry, though, when she realized that the two sharks were very isolated from all the other life in there.

“They might be checking them out, or something, cos they’re all alone in a tank, with all those other tanks around them. And all but one of the other tanks are empty, I think. I wanted to get back here fast, to tell you that we’d found them!” she finished happily.

Everyone was overjoyed that Sprink and Mist were safe, and that they now had some form of contact with them. Their next plan was on how to get them out.

“You know,” began Justine, “if I could figure out how to drive one of those truck things you were talking about, I think maybe we could drive them out of there. We’ll have to figure out from your young sharks, maybe, though, how those trucks get in and out. I didn’t see how the trucks could escape that big room.”

“Well, the human driving it was in the big clear front part that looks like a giant eye,” offered Alfan. “and he was holding something with both hands. And when he got out, he was on the side of the truck’s face near the round foot.”

Justine and I See looked at each other a moment, and then Justine said to everyone, “There weren’t any people inside that I could see, so I See and I should go back in and try to figure out the machines.” She said this last part while looking at her brother.

“’Kay,” agreed I See, while looking at his sibling. “But let’s eat first, since this could take awhile.”

“Agreed,” she agreed.

They ate some of the fish that Rocket, Pearl, Slicer and Nibbler had been out hunting, and some of the fish were mackerel, much to the siblings’ delight.

--

Sprink and Mist were becoming bored in their new habitat, and Mist had calmed down considerably. He had seen the humans getting into and out of the truck very well, so he knew how to get into one. Same for the crane that had lifted them over to here. But there was no way that a shark was going to be able to operate either one, since they one: didn’t breathe air; two: didn’t have legs to walk on land; and three: had no way to get out of here on their own.

Mist didn’t want to get depressed again, so he simply took comfort from the fact that they were okay and together.

Sprink had checked all the walls and the floor for a way out, and the best she could offer was that they could leap from tank to tank to avoid any further captures. She could see across the way well enough to conclude that even that wouldn’t do them a lot of good, though. There were concrete walls on all sides of this big room, and the only way out seemed to be the now closed doors that the truck had departed by.

Both of them were swimming in slow circles aimlessly, since they needed to move to breathe again, unlike in their boxes. Their boxes had somehow had a gentle current they were able to swim and breathe in. They were both thinking hard about what possibilities they had for the future.

Mist just happened to notice movement in the center of the big room during his circling. He looked closer at what had gotten his attention, and saw an octopus with a starfish on its head. He stopped swimming, in shock, and really looked this time. “Yup,” he thought to himself, “it’s an octopus with a starfish on its head!”

Just as he was about to tell Sprink, who was still circling, Mist saw the octopus scramble quickly out of the ditch and towards them. His gasp of astonishment got Sprink’s attention, and she quickly looked towards him, then towards whatever had startled him.

Her jaw dropped just like his, and she let out a shrill “Squeak!” in complete surprise at the octopus, who was now throwing the little star into the air at their tank! Sprink wanted to talk to the cephalopod, but it scrambled quickly back to the center of the room as its former crown “splished” into their new home.

They both watched then as the octopod began crawling down the drain. They could both hear their new little shuriken companion slowing down, and its high-pitched squeak was fading away as well. They continued, however, to watch as the walking marine animal changed its mind and waved a tentacle at them. Sprink hesitantly waved back, then they both watched as the cephalopod squeezed down through the grate.

Mist burst out, “That’s our way out of here!” to Sprink. Sprink swam in a somersault in celebration and high-finned Mist, who was vibrating with joy.

Sprink and Mist both watched the empty grate for a few moments more, then turned to their new companion, who had finally stopped spinning. The little creature was too disoriented and dizzy to be able to speak to them yet, so they gently lowered him down to the bottom of the tank, since he’d gotten caught on the fake rock wall behind them.

The two sharks now eagerly awaited their next communication, from either another visit by a cephalopod, or their new dizzy companion.

--

When everyone outside was done eating in preparation for the multi-armed twosome’s next journey, good wishes were given, and the siblings journeyed ahead. They were seen off at the outlet pipe, and they waved farewell to the sharks.

“What should we do when we get in?” asked I See.

“I’ll check on Avi and the sharks, since I tossed Avi in, and I didn’t really check on him before I left,” Justine said. “We’ve also gotta be sure that the big room is still clear of humans, though, before we do anything. You can look at the trucks? Or do you think we should both talk with the sharks first?”

During this discussion, they were splooshing their way back up the pipe towards the interior opening, with Justine in the lead.

“I’ll look at the machines, and you go say ‘Hi’ to Avi and the sharks,” responded I See, as they arrived at the grate. “We can accomplish twice as much together in the same amount of time!” he enthused.

Justine smiled at him, then stopped at the grate and just listened when they arrived. I See followed her lead, and they looked up through the grate together. They heard no machines or humans, so they looked at each other, then carefully squeezed their way through the grate together.

Everything looked just the same as when Justine had left, so she pointed at one of the trucks, and said, “Those are the trucks and things,” then she pointed at the shark tank and said, “and those are the sharks.” I See looked at the shark tank along with Justine, but neither one saw Avi.

While they were looking at the sharks, the sharks saw them and waved to the cephalopods excitedly. One of the sharks pointed at the tank floor while waving happily to them. Justine wasn’t sure what that meant, so she said, “See ya soon, bro! Be careful, quiet, and listen for people! You know to get down the drain fast if any show up!”

Justine then scrambled over to the shark tank and crawled up the wall, over the top, and into the tank.

“Hi, guys!” she greeted anxiously. “How’s Avi?”

“Hi!” greeted the effervescent little star from the sandy floor. “I’m fine, and I’ve told them everything! Oh, yeah, I wanted to say HOW MUCH FUN that spin through the air was!!!! :D Could I do it again?!” he gleefully questioned.

Everyone around Avi laughed, and the mood was instantly lighter.

Meanwhile, I See climbed into a truck and started fiddling with the controls. The keys were left in the ignition, so soon he managed to turn on the truck’s engine.

"VRRROOOOOOOOOOOMMM!!!!" went the truck.

"AAAAIIIIIIIAAAAAAAAAAAEEEEEEEEEEEEEIIIIIIIIIIIII!!!!!!!!!!" screamed I See. In a blind terror he plopped out of the truck, skittered over to the drain as fast as his spindly little tentacles could carry him, and squeezed through the grate. He hid there, shuddering in fear, listening to the machine/monster roaring above him.

After a few minutes, he realized that nothing bad was happening, and that the roar was now just a constant grumble. He slowly peeked up through the grate, and saw that nothing had changed from when he left. So, he gathered his courage, climbed up through the grate, braved this new world, cautiously splopped back over to the truck and climbed in.

He touched the same thing, the key, that had started this terrible noise, and managed to turn off the machine.

I See decided that this was enough learning for now, and scrambled back over to the concrete channel with the grate. He listened carefully for any people noises and didn’t hear any, so then he joined Justine in the sharks’ tank.

Meanwhile, when I See had started the engine, Avi and Justine had panicked initially. The sharks were startled, but calmed their multi-appendaged friends down quickly.

“No worries!” called Mist to them calmly, but loudly enough to be heard over the engine noise. “That’s just how they sound.”

Sprink merely chuckled good-naturedly at their initial fear. “Like Mist said,” she agreed.

They quickly noticed I See skittering towards the grate, then vanishing down through it.

Justine knew him well enough to just let him get through his fear on his own. Meanwhile, the sharks told both her and Avi about the big doors at the end of the hallway, and that the truck that had brought them left that way. Neither shark had seen how the doors were opened or closed, so that was another job for the octopods to solve.

Soon they noticed I See returning, and watched him go to face his fear. Shortly thereafter, they were able to watch him bravely turn off the machine, then come over to join them in the tank.

“I figured out how to turn on the machine,” I See jokingly said after he’d gotten a couple of deep breaths in the tank.

“Yeah. We did kinda notice,” laughed Mist good-naturedly.

I See then described everything about the inside of the truck, including how he’d turned on its engine, and how easy it was to turn off again. Soon both he and Justine were out learning how to control both the truck and the crane, as well as the sling. They became rather proficient at it, and came back to the tank exhausted and out of breath.

“That was great!” exclaimed Justine when they returned, and after they’d caught their breath. “I can understand why the humans work with them so much!”

“We’ve gotta be careful, though, cos these machines are powerful,” said I See with some trepidation. “Now we just have to figure out how to get the water into those truck transports they carried you in, and we can get you out of here!”

“Since neither shark saw how those drivers opened the doors to the outside,” began his sibling, “we’re going to have to look into that next.”

“I know,” he concurred. “I’m not sure if I’m up to that just yet, though. I’m wiped out.”

“Me too,” she agreed.

“You’ve done a whole lot for us!” Sprink exclaimed wholeheartedly.

“Yeah! What she said,” agreed Mist, with a slight catch in his voice. “We’ve got hope again, ya know.”

“I know, right?” his BF agreed, with an adoring look at him, and he back at her.

“We’re kind of helpless without you,” she continued. “We’ve decided we can jump from this tank to the next and all to avoid those people, but there’s no way out of here without those trucks.”

“Like, for sure,” Mist agreed, with a tinge of sadness mixed with hope.

Justine, I See and Avi all knew they’d do anything they could for these young carnivores, since it was sad to see anyone so vulnerable and in danger, and yet still be so kind.

“We’ll get you out of here, yet,” Justine reassured. “We just need to figure out how to open those doors.”

She pondered for a bit, and then decided she needed to sleep before she could do much more. “Why don’t Avi and we,” as she looked to I See, “go out and update your friends about everything. Maybe they’ll have an idea. Either way, we’ll be back before too long,” she yawned tiredly. Then she made her way to the see-through wall again.

“Should we bring you back some food?” I See asked the two elasmobranchs before they left.

“That’d be wonderful!” Sprink emoted.

“Oh, yes! Please!” Mist agreed.

Justine picked up the sleeping star and held him on her head to protect him as she and her brother clambered out of the tank. As they made their way to the grate, both the cephalopods turned to say farewell to their new friends, and saw them staring back through their prison wall with melancholy looks on their faces.

“We’ll be back soon!” called Justine to them, waving.

I See waved sadly but silently, and they both returned to the outside world.

They made their way back down the dark tube and over the rocks, then jetted their way down to where the group usually talked, and found some of their toothy friends. Soon, the whole group had gathered around to listen.

--

Meanwhile, while the five had been inside, all of the sharks had wanted to help them, somehow. Unfortunately, there was little that could be done by them for now. Alfie had suggested to them that maybe they could catch food for Sprink and Mist, as well as for Justine and I See, for when they came back. Since they were all restless with worry, this was the perfect solution, and all but Alfie left in pairs to get fish. Several soon returned with full stomachs, and they played games like tag while they waited for everyone else to return.

Two Humans
Justine and I See gently handed the sleeping Avi-star over to his buddy Slicer, so they could inform everyone of how they now were able to make the machines work, and that they might soon be able to rescue the young sharks! Everyone was joyous and cheered, which unfortunately woke up the little star. He was still tired, though, so he just listened for now.

“We might have them out today, if we can figure out the water and the doors!” explained Justine happily, as she chose among the many yummy fish.

“This food is perfect for Sprink and Mist, too!” proclaimed I See between mouthfuls of his chosen food.

“Are they doing okay?” Alfie asked about his students.

“They’re fine, but they want to get out, of course,” answered Justine, as I See grabbed up another mackerel to eat.

“Well, eat all the food you like, then make as many trips as you need to feed them. Then you’ll all be ready to break out of there,” Alfan said anxiously.

“They’ll be fine!” Justine assured him. “They both said ‘Hi’ and ‘Thanks’ by the way. They were both thrilled to know that you’ve all followed them here to help save them,” Justine grinned at the crowd.

“Say ‘Hi’ back!” Pearl announced.

“Yeah!” replied Rocket.

“Tell them we’re going to get them out of there, and we’ll be here to hug them when they do,” Alfan agreed.

“Like ‘Yo, Dude and Dudette!’ from me. Kay?” offered Slicer to the armed twosome.

At that, Avi looked up at the group and said, “They’re like, the nicest sharks ever! ‘Cos like, they didn’t even know me, but they were really nice to me and all! Then I told them everything I could about everything, when my head stopped spinning, and they were like, ‘Cool!’ So they knew to expect you two back,” he said, indicating his ground transports.

“Could I get some food, too, please?” he then asked.

“Of course!” everyone agreed, and Slicer set Avi down on the pile of fish. They couldn’t tell when he was eating, but they knew he’d tell them when he was done. Or else maybe he’d fall asleep again. Slicer’d stay with him, though, until he was ready to go back inside.

When the octopi were ready, the sharks scooped up all the dead fish in their mouths, except for the one Avi was eating. Justine was used to the little passenger, and that fish was small, so she held them out of the way on her head again. Avi was going to keep the sharks company and connected to the outside world as much as he could, while Justine and I See were out with the machines.

Everyone gathered at the pipe entrance and waved farewell as the multi-armed militia carried as much food as they could back up the tube. Before they exited through the grate, they listened for any human activity.

There was none, so they pushed their loads through the grate holes, and then carried their booty to the sharks, who were thrilled and ate everything. Except, of course, for their carefully placed, out of the way star companion. Two more trips later and all the fish were eaten, and both sharks and the star were full. The tired twosome rested from their travels together in the tank.

“Hi, again!” Avi waved to his tank-mates once he’d finished eating.

“Welcome back, little guy!” the now somewhat plumper Sprink greeted back happily.

“We’ve really missed all of you. A lot,” grinned Mist.

“Aww. Thanks!” Justine smiled back. I See and Avi did the same.

With that, everyone got to work. All the messages were delivered to the sharks, and then the cephalopods began working on transferring water and opening doors. They quickly figured the system out, and filled the small travel tanks and loaded the sharks and Avi into them. Together, Justine and I See were beginning to drive to the outside doors, with Justine at the wheel and I See down working the pedals where he couldn’t see much, when a small door opened from the outside, and two humans came walking in.

“Oh, sponge!!” cursed Justine. “How do we hide now?”

“Here! Quick! Put these on!” exclaimed I See, as he threw some worker clothes at her. There was one clean set hanging inside every truck, possibly as a change of clothes for the person who got wet and/or dirty with the water in the individual carrier tanks.

She quickly put on the too-large work jacket, and put two arms through. The humans had been described in detail when they’d been with the sharks, so they knew how to act to pass themselves off as one.

Justine then placed the big cap on her head, and some dark glasses, then placed the work-gloves on the ends of her tentacles and put them on the steering wheel of the truck.

Meanwhile, I See had been clambering into the pants and boots, and attaching himself to the driver’s seat so they’d look right. He couldn’t see anything, now, but he knew where the pedals were, and of course Justine and the window. Now he’d be ignored, hopefully.

The two people walked towards the truck and looked up at the driver’s window. One of them then climbed up to talk to Justine, but since she couldn’t understand the human speech, she kept her head down. He pointed at the sharks’ tank, but then noticed that it was empty. He did a double-take, then looked to the two shark carriers in the back of the truck.

“Hey, Amber,” the human said anxiously, “we need to help get these sharks to the main tank. They’re already in the truck.” He then reached down to help his co-worker climb up and into the truck.

Mist happened to have Avi in his tank, so when he felt the previously heard human climb onto the truck, he quickly suctioned Avi into his mouth to prevent him from being seen.

“AAAAAAAaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!!!!” screamed Avi in absolute surprise and fear. He’d also heard and felt the truck’s new passenger come aboard, but didn’t expect to suddenly see the inside of his friend’s mouth. Sadly, he barfed up his recently swallowed fish, and was now too shaken to try to eat it again. He just huddled next to it on Mist’s tongue and tried to calm himself down.

Mist had felt Avi’s meal come up, but he was too busy watching the humans to care. If he had to, he could swallow Avi and the fish for a very brief time, but neither one of them would enjoy that. Avi was already terrified, and the shark knew that starfish are very tough and have sharp spines on their backs.

As Amber climbed up, she asked, “Zac, are the pumps working? I don’t hear them.” She then went over to the shark transport containers, and realized that the pumps weren’t on.

“I’ve got this one,” announced Zac as he got the one tank’s air pump working. “Do you need any help?”

She was checking on the other pump, and switched hers on. “We’re good over here,” Amber replied. “How’s your shark?”

“My little girl shark is fine. Thanks!” he smiled to Amber. He then turned back to the driver and said, “I know it’s a short drive, but they really do need the pumps on to breathe well. I’m really glad you’re here, though. We need to get these sharks into the main aquarium, so let’s go through those doors,” he said as he pointed to a set of doors.

Justine immediately saw that the doors Zac had pointed towards were NOT the doors to the outside world.

“Cockleshells!” she cried under her breath.

“What’s wrong?” whispered I See from the floor.

“These humans want us to drive deeper into the building!” Justine whined.

“Crabs!” cursed I See quietly.

“It’s okay,” Zac said to the driver, wondering what country that strange language was from. “I remember my first day, too. Just drive to those doors, and they’ll open on their own. We’ve got the sharks,” he said, pointing to the doors he wanted.

The sound of the human’s voice told Justine that he wanted her to drive, and that he wasn’t planning to leave. So Justine asked I See to step on the gas gently, while she turned the truck in the direction that Zac had pointed.

She was able to watch the big doors open by themselves when the truck drove up to them, so she and her brother slowly drove the truck through. When she saw how many marine captives were behind those doors, she was immediately grateful that she and I See had not reached freedom yet. Everyone here deserved to be rescued, and she and her brother were just the critters to make that happen!

Zac jumped down off the truck as soon as it was through the doors, and Justine watched carefully as he flipped a switch on the wall to close the doors behind them. Amber went to the big tank with lots of marine life in it, and waited for her partner to get into the crane.

Justine knew they wouldn’t be going anywhere until this new puzzle could be figured out, and turned off the truck engine. She then whispered to I See to get out of the human clothes, but bring them along, and together they climbed down the side of the truck unnoticed. From there, they quickly crawled across the floor, each carrying one work-boot with one work glove inside, with I See in dark glasses and Justine in the cap.

It was quite a load, but they hurried and climbed into the closest tank, which was actually the only one there. It was huge compared to their previous one, and full of ocean life. Once inside, the siblings hurried over to the tank’s coral and used their amazing camouflage abilities to hide in amongst the tank’s corals. They tucked their clothes underneath themselves at the same time, and held still, listening to everything around.

Meanwhile, Amber and Zac were busy taking the sharks out of their travel boxes and putting them into their new tank.

“Did you see where that driver took off to?” Amber asked. “He or she was supposed to help get the sharks into the slings!” she finished with a touch of anger. “They should hire folks who actually care about these animals, ya know!”

“I know, right?” agreed Zac wholeheartedly. “Maybe they needed to actually go, though?” he said in a way that indicated the lavatories.

“Yeah. I hope so,” she laughed in agreement, her anger now gone.

Together, they safely loaded the sharks into the big tank, and then proceeded to feed all the marine life, individual by individual, starting with the meat eaters. The new little guests got fed first, and ate some.

Mist had taken a large suction-slurp of fish to help hide Avi from the two people, and just held them all in his mouth until he knew the humans weren’t looking. Then he spit Avi and all the fish out behind the coral, and guarded the whole mess until Avi finished eating again.

Since Zac and Amber could see that Sprink wasn’t very hungry, since she’d only had one small taste, and that Mist had urped his meal up, most of their meals were distributed to the next meat eater: a barracuda.

“G’day, little sharks! I’m the peacekeeper ‘round here, so’s I don’t wants no trouble from youse, right? And my name iz Bruno,” the barracuda introduced himself.

“Hi, Bruno! I’m Sprink, and this is my best friend, Mist,” Sprink introduced, and Mist nodded.

“And this here is Avi, our friend,” added Mist, while pointing at him.

“Hi, Bruno!” Avi greeted cheerfully from under the heap of fish as he slowly waved.

Bruno chuckled good-naturedly, and welcomed them to their new home.

The three of them proceeded to explain what they were doing there in great detail, to their hopefully new friend. They also introduced their still camouflaged eight-legged friends, and explained how it was that they were driving the truck that had almost escaped from here. Until those two humans got in the way.

Bruno listened patiently as he ate. “Don’t youse ever be unkind to dem two humans,” he advised the newcomers after he’d finished eating. “Ambi and Zac’re prob’ly the nicest humans ‘round these parts. We’s can escapes, I’m tinkin’, wit’out puttin’ dems out abouts it at all. Dem two doesn’t work on da weekends, so maybe we’s can gets gone on a Friday night. Den dey can’t gets into no trouble. We’s never had a way outta here a’fore, so like, thank youse very much!” Bruno then smiled at them, which made the sharks back away some, because barracudas have lots of big, sharp teeth, too.

“Umm...You’re welcome,” replied Justine, who was staying camouflaged since the two humans were still feeding the fish.

“Yeah,” agreed I See, who was next to her, and staying camouflaged, too.

“Agreed,” Sprink said about Zac and Amber, without understanding what a weekend or a Friday were. “We don’t want those two in trouble in any way. They were very concerned about us, even though they’d never even met us before, and they were nice to Just and I See, too, even though they were only pretending to be human.”

Everyone was watching as the two humans took great care to feed all the animals, and without causing a feeding frenzy. They were very nice to the captives. Well, as nice as any jailors could be to their prisoners without actually setting them free, anyhow.

“They thought youse was human? For reals?! Like……wow!!” exclaimed Bruno excitedly. “So what’s youse wants us to do?”

“Well,” began Justine, as some smaller coral reef fish got their meals, “we know how to get us five out,” she said as she glanced at the sharks, the fake coral and Avi, who was almost finished swallowing his fish, “but we don’t know how to get everyone else out.”

“We’ve only just found out you were here,” I See added, “and we all need to get out at the same time, or they’ll stop us.”

“Hmmm…” thought Bruno, obviously a leader in this tank, since he seemed to be in charge. “I’ll thinks about it, and talks wit’ da others. Most of us would like to be outta here, but a few sissies likes the boredom, ya know?” Without waiting for a response, he swam off to talk to ‘the others’.

“Umm…okay,” Sprink replied, looking at the last place they had seen Bruno.

“Well that went well,” snarked Mist with a chuckle.

“I know, right?” agreed Justine.

“I’ll go get to know some folks,” declared Avi, as he began moving towards the corals in the back of the tank.

“Just pipe up whenever you want us, you know,” said Mist kindly. “I’m sorry about putting you in my mouth, but I had to, cos...”

“Yeah. Don’t worry. I know,” interrupted Avi. “I’m fine! Really! And thank you very much for hiding me! Cause, like, …”

“You’re welcome. And thanks!” Mist interrupted back, greatly relieved. He gently pressed down on Avi with his fin, in a form of a hug.

“Kewl!” chirped Avi happily.

“Let’s go meet our new tank-mates, and then maybe we can get some ideas for getting out of here, too,” I See said, after carefully hiding the human clothing in the fake coral reef.

“That’s a great idea,” Justine agreed, after hiding her clothing with I See’s.

They mostly went their separate ways, and began touring the very large tank and meeting new marine folks.

Escape Plans
Justine and I See took Avi with them as they traveled to different tanks during the night. For it turns out that Sprink and Mist were basically tropical sharks, who could also live in cooler climes, but were captured near New Jersey, of the United States. The two scallywags with their carry-on luggage were able to find manatees, jellyfish and sea otters, which all had their own stories to tell. No one could think of a way out, but they all knew that water was their escape route.

Several days came and went, but still, no one could figure out how to get everyone out of the aquarium at roughly the same time. Nearly everyone wanted out, since most of the residents had been captured from the wild, like Sprink and Mist. Only Avi, Justine and I See were in the tanks by choice. Many of the remaining residents had been born here and didn’t know any other way of life. They weren't sure they wanted to leave, and only knew of the wild world outside through stories told by their fellow creatures from the outside world.

Now, however, thanks to Justine, I See and Avi, there were new stories coming in from the outside. For the twosome were escaping back to the outside nearly every night through the floor drain. Thankfully, Justine had watched Zac press a big button on the wall that turned the power on and off for those truck doors, so they now knew how to get the trucks outside, too.

Of course, the very ambulatory twosome took turns, just in case one was captured, but they still went outside to tell the school what was happening on the inside. They always came back before daybreak, but they were escapes nonetheless. They often brought back some mackerel, since there was always more than they could eat, and Alfan and his crew felt better for having done something for their comrades in arms.

--

Alfie and his kids had been exploring the entire shoreline, mostly in pairs, for miles in all directions. They now knew where all the trucks went, at least as far as they could be seen from the water, and knew times and drivers, too. Their hearing was very keen, too, and they knew the vehicles were often not far from the shore, even when they were out of view. The little group kept a close eye on the docks, too, and usually had a couple of sentries there in case one of the sharks was taken out of the aquarium and brought to the docks for some reason.

They got to know the local “cleaner fish” and made sure that Nico Wrasse and her class were made aware of the aquarium and its inhabitants. Alfie was actually a guest speaker for Nico’s class one day, and told them everything he could, including how helpful their new tentacled friends were. The little wrasse were very attentive.

He also asked Nico to spread the word about the fishing boats, and for all the fish to steer clear of them, especially if they were offering food. Fortunately, Nico had already told everyone she knew about the shark-finning boats, since Ranger had been killed while the shark school was still living here. She had been unaware of the aquarium fishers before now.

Avistar became a great traveler. He would spend a day or two with the sharks on the outside, usually riding on his pal Slicer, and telling them everything about the inside. It was the same thing for the inside sharks and marine life, in that he gave them every update he could about the goings on out there. He became very popular, not only due to his knowledge, but his effervescent nature, so he was a very happy echinoderm. (=“spiny skin”)

--

Now that the residents inside had hope again, they were much livelier than ever before, and Amber and Zac began to notice.

“Let’s play them some calming music,” suggested Amber, noticing for the third morning in a row that the barracuda was swimming quickly from animal to animal and stopping for a moment at each one.

“We always have music playing for our human guests, but maybe these “guests” would also benefit. We’ve got Sinatra, Beatles, Glenn Miller, ...” suggested Amber before she was interrupted.

“Elvis, Axyl Rose, KC and the Sunshine Band,” continued Zac with a big grin at Amber.

“This is to calm the fish, not make them dance for us,” chuckled Amber.

“Well, ... maybe just piano or violin music? Or Yo Yo Ma?” Zac added with a mischievous look at her. Then he chuckled some more. Amber looked at him sternly, then chuckled, too.

“Just some music to “soothe the savage beasts”, as they say. Maybe the barracuda won’t seem so much like he’s about to punch a hole in the wall,” commented Amber dryly.

They moved over to the speaker system setup, and quickly rifled through some CD’s and DVD’s. After a few moments, Zac said, “Look. Here’s the Travolta film, ‘’Grease’’, on an old DVD. Let’s play that,” he said, looking hopefully to Amber.

“Okay. We’ll play it low for them, but loud enough for us, too.” She laughed quietly to herself, and then said, “It’s been a long time since I’ve seen that movie! Let’s play it on the big overhead screens so the customers can watch, too.”

“Right-o!” declared Zac as he bounced happily over to the DVD player and inserted the movie, then adjusted the volume as the movie began to play.

Zac and Amber were enthralled enough by this movie that day, that they played fun musical DVD’s whenever they could. Sometimes they’d play Big Band CD’s from the 60’s, and other lovely tunes from that era. Sometimes they’d dance during the slow songs, or sing or hum along during the catchy tunes while they were working, and they began talking more to the fish, as well. They really enjoyed working here, and the marine life really enjoyed them and all the entertainment, too!

Over the next few weeks, while escape ideas were thought up and discarded, all the marine life began to appreciate John Travolta’s looks, singing and dancing abilities, as well as Olivia Newton John’s—Travolta’s love interest in “Grease”.

“...is the word, is the word, is the motion,...” sang Avi absentmindedly one day, repeating lyrics from one of the John Travolta movies, “Grease”, as he slowly traveled along the sand between the corals in the tank.

Mist, who was cruising nearby, overheard him and chuckled, then sang to Avi, “Tell me more, tell me more, did you get very far?” also from “Grease”.

Avi laughed in response, and was about to respond, when Sprink swam up. Being the gregarious creature that she was, she didn’t want to be left out, and started the song from the beginning.

“Summer loving, had me a blast, Summer loving, happened so fast! I met a girl, crazy for me...”

Avi and Mist then joined in with the higher-pitched words,

“Met a boy, cute as can be!”

In no time at all, since there were no humans around, and it was rather late, all the fish, crustaceans, cniderians, cephalopods and mammals began joining in singing and swimming to the song, of which they weren’t sure of the meanings, but thoroughly enjoyed all the same.

I See and Justine, as well as a happy little sea otter named Webly, began singing the chorus parts:

“Summer days, drifting away, To oh, oh, the summer nights!”

The bigger animals, including a Manatee, joined in on the low voice chorus parts:

“Well-a, well-a, well-a huh. Tell me more, tell me more Did you get very far?”

Then the generally smaller animals, including Avi and a named Jax, joined in on the higher voiced chorus parts:

“Tell me more, tell me more Like does he ha-ave a car?”

Grease had become one of Zac and Amber’s favorite movies, which they could seldom watch, but which they turned up loud enough to hear and sing along with while they were feeding the fish and cleaning up. Therefore, all the fish were learning English by rote nearly every weekday morning. And learning it fairly well, too!

Bruno joined Sprink, and they took Travolta’s low-pitched part again,

“She swam by me, she got a cramp.”

Avi and Mist were now across from Sprink and Bruno, and sang Olivia Newton’s higher pitched,

“He ran by me, got my suit damp.”

Sprink and Bruno were now joined by Jofan, a hyperactive, but very friendly male sea lion, and together they continued with,

“I saved her life, she nearly drowned.”

Avi and Mist, joined by Jax the jellyfish, then sang,

“He showed off, splashing around.”

By then, everyone was singing a part or two:

“Summer sun, something’s begun.

But oh, oh the summer nights!”

They sang the whole song through, and had a fantastic time, then Justine and I See raided the food lockers and brought back all kinds of yummy things to eat. They had their nightly meetings about new ideas for getting out while they ate, and I See took Avi outside for their almost nightly sharing of news outside.

Justine and I See then got into the habit of playing everyone’s top choice CD or DVD, by vote, during the night. They’d have their meetings, sleep some, then party till dawn!

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I See and Avi went outside soon after their musical party, and began teaching everyone the song. Everyone was enjoying the rhythm and the tune, and soon all the sharks were mumbling along, trying to catch all the sounds. They had a fun time, and I See went back inside before dawn, leaving Avi to make sure everyone was caught up on all the inside news.

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Amber and Zac noticed the following morning that most of the marine life seemed to be trying to sleep, so they worried some and checked the power, filtration systems, water pH and so on. When they found nothing wrong, and the animals were more awake, they fed their fishy friends, still concerned. All the critters were extra hungry, though, and finally, when Amber went to the CD/DVD players to insert a disc, she found that the movie “Grease” was already there.

“Zac, “Grease” is still in the player,” called Amber across the room. “I’m hoping it wasn’t set to play continually all night. Maybe that’s why the fish are so lethargic.” She quickly made sure that it was set for a continual loop for the day, with multiple CD’s and movies. It was supposed to be set this way for the human guests. It was supposed to be off during the night.

“Gosh, I hope it didn’t bother them too much,” responded Zac, while Amber was still checking on the settings. “It seems to calm them down when we’re here, though.”

Amber thought for few moments and then said, “Well, since it’s in there, how about “Grease” this morning?”

Zac chuckled and sang, “Grease is the word, is the word, is the motion,” with a big grin.

Amber laughed, then said, “You know, I’m really glad we got into this habit. It’s a fantastic way to wake up. And the player was off last night as far as I can tell.”

They figured the fish were fine, then bounced around some, continuing their duties and singing and dancing a little bit to the movie. They did notice that the animals seemed attentive, but calm, until the musical numbers came up. Then the fish darted here and there, schooling some and generally having what seemed to be a good time.

“Look at them!” chuckled Amber good-naturedly. “They’re really enjoying the music.”

Zac had to agree, and the two of them spent the rest of that song singing and imitating the people in the movie, while still doing their jobs and enjoying watching all the marine life.

“Let’s leave it on softly for them every night,” Amber offered, when they’d finished laughing at themselves.

“Sure,” agreed Zac. “Except for Friday nights, since we don’t work the weekends. We can always leave a note with the settings for the weekend crew, but I don’t know them well enough to trust them to do it right.”

“Eh, no probs,” agreed Amber. These little fishies’d probly appreciate a couple nights off from the music anyway,” she chuckled. “I know I do. Sleeping in and all that!”

“I know, right?” laughed Zac.

With that, they wrote down the settings for the weekend crew, anyway, and left that section of the aquarium to finish their jobs for the day. That evening, at the end of their shifts and shortly after the aquarium had closed for the day, they set the CD player to play “Grease”, “Saturday Night Fever”, “Mary Poppins” and “Singing in the Rain” once each overnight.

“They’ll only be playing about 6 hours. Our fishies still get several hours of silence tonight,” said Amber, worrying that four CD’s was too many.”

“Tonight! Tonight!” sang Zac, chuckling. “They’ll tell us tomorrow whether four is too many,” Zac countered, while looking at the main tank. “The sound is set low, right?”

“Yeah,” Amber answered, but made a final check anyway. “Everything’s set,” she smiled. Then they both left the building for the night.

The marine animals waited a couple of minutes, then listened to “Grease” during the opening music, and waited to see if either human came back for forgotten items, which sometimes happened. Neither did, and since a plan was finally decided on for escape, the aquarium prisoners began practicing for their weekend escape.

The plan was to seal all the outer human-sized doors, since Jofan the sea lion had managed to filch a set of keys, and for the marine animals to either travel by truck during the night, or through the flooded rooms and drains. Jofan had become proficient in opening and closing the doors, both with keys and with his mouth. He had trained all the other seals and sea lions to do this, too.

Both octopods had mastery over the water hoses and valves, so they and the more land-mobile creatures, such as Webly the sea otter and Jofan, were going to help to control the flooding of the building, as well as the initial escapes.

Jofan, Webly, and all their relatives would help the less land-mobile smaller creatures escape down the hole that the octopods normally used, but they’d either have to use crowbars or one of the cranes to lift the grate off the hole. During this practice run it was determined that they’d have to use one of the cranes, which was time consuming, since the crane was needed to lift other animals into the trucks.

Fortunately, both groups were great at carrying things in their mouths, and were able to carry smaller animals to the drain. Since this was still a trial run, however, no one escaped. Not yet.

They determined that the water boxes were the first priority after the grate was lifted. Load the boxes onto the trucks, fill them with water, then place the non-walking creatures inside. Fortunately, the boxes were seldom removed from the trucks. The trucks could then be offloaded just a short ways down the road by the truck’s onboard crane, which was much smaller, but sufficient.

It took all night, but their practice run showed that with the seals, otters and octopi carrying and driving everyone to safety, they should all be out in open waters before the morning crew arrived. Extra water would be flowing down the grate-hole, so all the smaller creatures could easily reach safety through there on their own.

Alfie and his bull-headed students had even found lots of freshwater streams and rivers for the non-salty animals several miles upstream. There were roads and plenty of offload areas for the trucks to set the freshies free, and two trucks full of otters, seals, and two octopi explored upstream according to the school’s directions. There, the school got to say ‘Hello’ briefly to the soon-to-be great escapers, and everyone felt like they were almost free!

Before dawn, with triumph in their hearts, everyone got back into their proper aquarium areas and were ready to go. A few fishy folks from the aquarium had no intention of leaving, but were willing to help all the others to escape. Now everyone was thoroughly exhausted and simply fell asleep. This is how Zac and Amber found them almost two hours later, long after the DVD’s had concluded.

“Ooh!” Amber said, with a hint of concern when she and Zac arrived. “They’re asleep! Or just tired, maybe,” she said, regarding the aquarium animals.

“Four was too many, I guess,” agreed her buddy, also concerned.

They didn’t play any movies that morning, and simply let the marine life rest while they did their work. Amber couldn’t help but talk to them some, however.

“I’m so sorry we kept you awake so much of last night,” she expressed quietly to her friends with fins. “It won’t happen again.” She continued telling them how sorry she and her best friend were about the movie marathon as she and Zac fed them.

The animals weren’t sure what was making their two human pals sad, so they ate what they were given and tried to act normal, instead of exhausted.

“Well, remember I said that they’d tell us if four was too many?” reflected Zac to his coworker. “They have.”

“Maybe just one next time,” she concluded in response to him. “It’ll only last an hour-and-a-half or so.”

“Sounds good,” he replied.

They went about their daily routine, then checked on the animals before they left for the night. There were no vids or CD’s in the player for the mariners tonight, since this was Friday, a.k.a. escape night for the animals, though of course neither human was aware of it.

After the two humans had been gone for long enough, the escape got underway. They began flooding the tanks to overflowing, and sent the small crawling animals, like sea stars and crabs, on down the water chute to the grate. From there they could help each other over the rocks and into the bay to freedom.

(Chapter 6 coming soon!)

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In the order we meet them:

Girl shark --> Sprink

Boy shark --> Mist

Nico Wrasse --> lady wrasse teacher

Alfan --> male shark teacher

Rocket --> male shark classmate who loves swimming fast

Pearl --> female shark classmate that is shy and loves looking at beautiful things

Ranger --> male shark classmate that is very curious and roams

Sunslicer --> male shark classmate that loves jumping out of the water, and sounds {C}like a hippie from the 70’s

Nibbler --> female shark classmate who is a picky eater

JustIce – two octopi: Justine and I See --> a sister and brother

Avi --> a starfish with an effervescent personality

Amber –-> a female aquarium worker; partner to Zac

Zac –-> a male aquarium worker; partner to Amber

Bruno –-> a barracuda, peacekeeper of the main aquarium, Brooklyn or Bronx accent

Webly –-> a sea otter in the aquarium

Manatee –-> an aquarium prisoner

Jofan –-> “Jojo” & Jo—a hyperactive, but very friendly male sea lion, known as Jojo to the humans, and often referred to as Jo

Jaxswim –-> a jellyfish that is harmless to humans, and doesn’t hurt the other animals, either, since it lives on tiny animals and plants

The Seagull's Tale
I would like to thank two of our fellow wikians, Rhonda and Reddy, for allowing me to use their names in this story. I've only just met the users here, so no one really knows me yet, so that was brave of them! Their names have great alliterative properties, too.

The scene referred to specifically in “The Seagull’s Tale” is the scene in the pilot episode of TDI where Bridgette said, “I thought we were going to be on a beach,” and Chris replied, “You are!” The visual then cut to the scene where the seagull was washed off the beach. Turns out when I watched it again that there were two aluminum cans behind the gull.

Gideon pointed out to me that the Tuck Shoppe is depicted as a shop-n-go, PX-type store, or a 7-11, which don’t have tables. I thought that it might have a table and benches outside, since they were supposedly on an island. Of course, we never actually saw the Tuck Shoppe.

For me, the humor in this story is the extremely differing points of view between the humans and the animal for the same occurances. I hope you all enjoyed it!

Additional: Gull won Featured Character in March 2012, and for his acceptance speech I created a new sidestory for him in a blog. In it, we learn how Gull could tell us his side of the story in TDI, and how Jay got to hear his interview. As a bonus, I've included what has been happening with Reddy and Rhonda since their encounters with Gull.

The Buck's Tale
As most of you probably know, 14 of the contestants ended up in the water again at the end of "Total Drama Drama Drama Drama Island". Those 14 tied for the win, and were forced to play for the million bucks *chuckle* in "Total Drama Action".

Also thanks to MrD for looking up trivia for me – after Duncan gave that buck a noogie, no other deer were seen in the first season (except for the human deer in the paintball hunt.) ;-)

My thoughts for this story were that the buck told all the other deer to "stay away from the ‘noogie people'."

The Loon's Tale
I wasn’t going to do this Tale at first because I couldn’t think of a story to go with it. I kept wondering, though, if there was a way to bring the loon in via the seagull. It finally dawned on me that the loon could be one of Gull’s audience, and the loon was lovesick, so Gull came up with an answer. I was thinking I’d end the story with Rhonda and/or Reddy staring open-mouthed at the loon video as it occurred, but we all know R & R too well to just leave it there.

Also, the human/animal distinction started to blur. For the seagull and the deer tales, they were just average animals and the humans were just human. For this story the loon had to become slightly human, so it was tougher to write the human story, but it was well worth it to see Reddy and Rhonda at work again!

I hope you all enjoyed it and thanks for your wonderful comments!

(I fixed my Hoot link.)

The Cockroach's Tale
In order to make this a more fun story, I incorporated the personalities of the names of users here. Shane loves to tackle-hug in chat, Brandon, a.k.a. TDIwriter, has started at least two trends with many followers, Lal has a beautiful personality, and Daimion has a strong, but fun personality. I've also added Lilac as Mom, and Frank as Dad, since they're two of the older users here. Gideon also makes an appearance as an elder.

Rochelle, Railly and Colette are names I looked up for this story. I chose them due to their meanings, which I looked up on babynames, and because they begin with C and R. I looked up only female names, because I hadn’t come up with The Loon's Tale yet, and wanted a female lead.

I had decided on Rochelle before I started this story, because it is so similar to the word roach. One of the meanings for the name Rochelle made me laugh – “Battle cry”. Gideon was with me when I came across it, and after we read it, I mimicked, “Help me!” We both chuckled and knew that would be one of the names.

Railly means “courageous” and “valiant.” Courageous fits, but valiant… Colette translates to “victory of the people.”

I hope you've enjoyed this installment! Thank you for any comments, too. :D

The Sharks' Tale
Parts 1-4 have been posted. Part 5 should be up soon. :)

I hope you've enjoyed this story so far, and I would very much like to thank the following for their ideas and support in helping me to write this story:

First of all, thank you VERY much, Reddy, for your extremely helpful ideas, which helped me to create this story!! <3 Without Red, I wouldn't have been able to make this Tale as humorous as it is! :)

Next, I'd very much like to thank Brandon for his great ideas during a chat one day! <3 Brandon gave me some great creative ideas for the sharks' development! :)

I'm also very grateful to Sprink for his graciously saying 'Yes' to being the title character(s) in this tale. As you may know, he's a vegetarian. I worried about 'his' characters being pure carnivores, but he has since reassured me that he doesn't mind the sharks eating meat. Thanks, Sprink!! :)

And finally, I'd very much like to thank all of the users here who have generously offered their names and characters to me for this story! I'm having a joyous time developing your characters in this tale! :D

In addition, thank you very much to everyone who has offered me an audition in camps, been hosts in the games I've played, and who have played characters with me there! Especially Red who actually got me started! Playing characters in Camps has really helped me develop my creative writing skills, and this in turn has really helped me write this tale. :) I'm truly enjoying writing this story! <3

Also, if any of you have any creative ideas or thoughts for my shark story, please share them with me, since this story is still being written. Thank you! ;)

Just in case anyone is unaware of this, the list of characters and their identifying traits is at the end of the final posted chapter. Just go to Gull's notes and scroll up to see it. :)