OCEAN TALES
HEALTH OF OUR OCEANS
OUT FOR A BOUT Plot #1
It was one of those perfect days. The sky was the most perfect powdery blue and the sun was hanging perfectly above; not too hot, just balmy and serene. The new cruiser was just drifting along while the fishermen were working diligently to catch some grouper. All with their lines and hooks in the ocean; they didn’t know what was in store for them. KEEP FLOATING
OUT FOR A BOUT Plot #2
Octopi have so many, at least eight, opportunities to serve fellow ocean creatures. Right now, the octopus is unscrewing the gas cap on the boat and all the gas is pouring out into the ocean; not good for the ocean, but at least the fishermen will get a lesson and never return. The gas will settle to the bottom and eventually seep deep into the dirt and return to its petroleum state…we are conscious of everything. STILL LEAKING, READ ON
OUT FOR A BOUT Plot #3
We called all the sharks in the territory to join in the fun, and they all appeared readily, willingly, and gladly. Naturally, their presence scared all the other fish away. The fishermen’s experience was of total disappointment and they caught nothing. Ready to turn back to land, the engine wouldn’t crank. Could not figure this out…brand new, expensive cruiser; what gives? HEY WHAT GIVES?
OUT FOR A BOUT Plot #4
Out from the ocean waves popped countless triangular pointy things. A really big GROUP of them. These pointy things had magic to them. They moved the waves in the direction that the fishermen needed to return to land. Grateful for the thrust and usher to shore, they didn’t realize until they hit the sand beds that it was a fleet of sharks. Seeing the eyes and angry teeth, they put their boat up “for sale”! They also got their “grouper,” that is, Grouper therapy! What terrifying memories!
IT RHYMES WITH LAKE PLOT 1
Fish in the lakes are overrun with fishing rods, painful hooks, suffocating nets, pasty rolled up dough balls, rubber worms, beer cans, matches, cigarette butts, chip bags, and a fifty foot long list of other tasty delicacies. Also, enough debris to operate a plastics store. Caps, bottles, utensils, can dividers (great for getting duck heads stuck in them and choking them to death). SWIM ON OVER
IT RHYMES WITH LAKE PLOT 2
Stakes mark where people can swim safely. That has become the biggest joke; there is no safe water. Pollution, gas, liquids of all flavors, smells, and thicknesses have transformed the water into a word we have not even determined to date. So whatever the fish are miraculously surviving in, certainly isn’t anything a person would want to go near…NOT AT ALL…READ ON
IT RHYMES WITH LAKE PLOT 3
Hsss. The world was created pristine, pure, perfectly clean. You’ve had much fun turning it into a waste machine. How ’bout changing your habits, being more kind? Cleaning up your messes, clearing out your minds? Remember who lives here, where we must stay; when you leave, take what is yours, hsss, have a good day.
IT RHYMES WITH LAKE PLOT 4
The water was blue as the heaven’s above, and all was created from The Creator’s Love. Please be so kind as you’re leaving the lake, that you remember that all is for Heaven’s Sake. The quest is to live with harmony and peace, be kind to all creatures all destruction must cease. HAPPY CARING!
UP IN SMOKE PLOT 1
The beavers had enough. The water was not fit to drink; the fish were dying in the river and they knew they had to take desperate measures. They are the “twig gatherers” of the earth and they started rubbing these together fast and furiously and it wasn’t long before the smoke signals were pouring from the site. All the beavers from many many miles around got the message and ran to the rescue. HOLD ON TO YOUR SMOKE SCREEN; MORE COMING
UP IN SMOKE PLOT 2
Gathering branches, twigs, and other “fort”ifying materials, they began a Herculean work that only the strongest and toughest beavers could achieve. The dam they built was a mile long and five feet high; solid as solid could be. This lined the banks of the famous river everyone knew for miles around and who just ignored the issue. The beavers were left with no choice but to handle this dilemma, and this devastation, on their own. BUILDING UP THE STORY, KEEP READING
UP IN SMOKE PLOT 3
The industrial run off had reached a level of deathly proportions. The beavers were committed to bringing this to a halt. Thousands upon thousands of hollowed out bamboo poles were bent back in the direction of the buildings. The runoff ran through the bamboo poles sending it back into the buildings. This was a brilliant and effective scheme and the winning ticket for the beavers. KEEP GOING, NOT OVER YET
UP IN SMOKE PLOT 4
All the floors in the buildings were flooded, and the people couldn’t grab their galoshes and masks fast enough to get to safety. When the last of the people evacuated the buildings, the beavers stood atop one another, building a pyramid, in order to reach the buildings shutoff valve. This stopped the flow of toxic waste and chemical poisons.
IN CONCLUSION
UP IN SMOKE PLOT 5
If parents care about their children the way they ignore animals, the future generations are in for some big trouble, overwhelming responsibility, and incurable diseases. May want to sleep on this one and see if you can put a better dream in place for your youngens. You are welcome for the great beginning that we beavers put into action. LET’S SEE WHAT YOU CAN DO TO MAKE EVEN BIGGER AND GREATER IMPROVEMENTS!
WE’RE STILL CRYING AND MOURNING PLOT 1
We know you are crying and mourning with us. The devastation is beyond anyone’s comprehension. The clean-up was difficult beyond words. How anything like this could happen is beyond possibility…but no, oil spills still happen. Please, please, please, save the oceans and the animals in the oceans. You are our only salvation. Without you protecting us, we will all die.
HELP US! HELP US! HELP US! PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE!
WE’RE STILL CRYING AND MOURNING PLOT 2
Billions of sea creatures, birds landing on the waves, and other related wild life by the billions have suffocated in the sludge of oil spills. How can we ever survive without your controlling these catastrophes. PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE HELP AND SAVE US.
WE’RE STILL CRYING AND MOURNING PLOT 3
It is exhausting cleaning out the spills that leave thickened oil in every layer of the ocean due to weight and stickiness. How can we get you to stop such destruction from happening? What can we do to help stop this harm to us sea beings? PLEASE TELL US!
WE’RE STILL CRYING AND MOURNING PLOT 4
We know you are hearing us. We know it is painful for you to see us dying, with oil sludge all over our bodies, in our eyes, mouths, and other parts of us. Once it happens, there is no way to stop the prolonging suffocation process and the trauma. We are doomed. PLEASE HEAR US! PLEASE FIND A WAY TO STOP THIS! PLEASE. WE ARE BEGGING FOR OUR LIVES. THANK YOU!
YUCK STUFF ON THE MENU PLOT 1
No really; what we are ordering on a seafood menu could definitely just be poop, fecal waste, or caca. All shellfish and scavenger fish eat the poop in the ocean and lakes, as well as other nasty debris. That’s what helps them to form their hardened shells and “muscular” or meaty flesh. Not too appealing! We may want to switch to something else to get our cocktail sauce, drawn VEGAN butter, and homemade VEGAN tartar sauce. We always eat for the sauce anyway. So we won’t miss a thing. Just Yuck Stuff on the Menu. PROMISE!
YUCK STUFF ON THE MENU PLOT 2
Some items you may want to avoid: Clams, Oysters, Crabs, Crab Legs, Lobsters, Shrimps, Rock Shrimps, Conch, Catfish, Octopi, Sharks, Remora Fish, Snails. There could be more poop upon more research. You get to go digging for that.
FREE WILLY
You ever notice in commercial aquariums aquatic life looking at you even more than you stare at it? Think it knows something that we don’t know? Kinda spooky to think that fish of all kinds, shapes, colors, and movements just wiggle around all day laughing at humans pointing at them saying, “look at that one, look at that one.”
FREE WILLY
Naturally and obviously, we have taken these creatures from their natural habitats and behaviors, confined, and constricted them to a life that is not part of their normal conditioning and home environment. Ever thought about what it would be like to be stuck in a place that was painfully different to who and what you are?
FREE WILLY
Let’s enclose humans in stone walls and we have to figure out what to do there all day and night. If we put enough of us together in the same pen, we won’t feel lonely, a little suffocated, but not lonely. There’s no way we can return to our original environment and the only way out is to die. Is this a fair trade or what?