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Unnamed Jan Mandyn

Unnamed Jan Mandyn

 

A small cloud appeared as Fred continued to espy the sea bottom. And it spoke thusly to Fred.

“Behold not the individual fish but rather the aggregation of fishes of the same type. Behold the large, the medium and the small. Behold their numbers.”

And Fred so beheld the aggregations. Day after day he saw them. Day after day he wondered at the cloud with the voice. What was it saying?

It was then that he realized he could hear the fish speak. The large aggregations of small fish as well as the small aggregations of large fish.

“We are victims of the Sea” said the large aggregations of small ones. “We are tossed and turned at every whim of the Seas currents. Up and down. Down and up. Sideways we lurch, and in circles like cyclones of fish. What are we to do? What are we to do? Thrice. What are we to do?”

The small aggregations of the large also had lamentations.

“We are the most powerful of the Sea’s creatures. Why does the Sea hide Its bounty? We see our food and the Sea’s currents keep it from us. As we move up, they move down, as we move left, they move right. We become dizzy when chasing these cyclonic little ones.”

And the large ones had an idea.

“Let us consolidate”

They said in unison.

“Let us consolidate.”

As they neared the great clouds of the little ones and spoke to them likewise.

“We see that you are tossed and turned at every whim of this ruthless Sea. The Sea does not know what it does to you. We should consolidate. We are large and not at the mercy of the Sea. Its currents have no effect upon us. We offer you shelter within our domain. Join us and you will be free to pursue your happiness without turbulence.”

 

Tomorrow: “On Consolidation”