“You’re a maniac!” the fish screeched.
“I can’t use this!” It paddled the air lamely.
“You broke my fin!”
The man pictured the ocean listening.
“Just keep it down,” he said. “Don’t yell.”
“Don’t yell!” The fish sat up and gaped.
“You’re trying to kill me!”
“No,” he said, flustered. “Look…
I’ll put you back.” The man moved
to scoop the sea parrot off the bench.
“Oh no you don’t! I can’t return
like this! You have to fix my fin!”
It was true, the man knew it.
A sea parrot could ruin him.
In no time at all, the sea would be
a newspaper. Every shrimp, crab
and whale would know the story.
If that happened, he would have to
row his boat to a desert somewhere
and make a living sifting sand.
to be continued...