Conversations With the Sea
Last night I spoke with a shark who grinned a toothy grin and told me about seas and wonders of the deep. I asked him if he was planning to eat me because it seemed a natural concern and he just smiled and said he gets asked that all the time. It must get annoying, for everyone you meet to assume you are a killer, but that is the way of things and perception I guess, because we all make assumptions, and sometimes those assumptions and judgements save us, and sometime those assumptions eat us alive. Like sharks. And there I go, being totally racist, in the most literal sense of the word, how embarrassing. Anyways, I asked him if he or a bear would win in a fight, but I woke up before I could get an answer. |
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you, scruffy boy.
