For
reasons beyond our understanding, somewhere off the coast
in a southern ocean near a submerged reef, a young male
hammerhead shark cautiously approached a huge humpback
whale of many seasons and, with all the respect commanded
by such a magnificent creature, asked: “Excuse me, Sir, but would you show me how to sing your song and dance your dance?”
The whale ignored the
small voice, or so it seemed, as he arched his back,
thrust his enormous fluked tail, and with surprising
speed for such a massive body, catapulted himself through
the surface of the ocean into the air above.
“Oh my,” the
hammerhead exclaimed never having seen a whale breach
before. “He is sure to drown up there out of the water.”
Seconds later, the water
directly above the hammerhead exploded as the huge
humpback returned to the ocean depths with a twist
and a turn and a wink at his startled admirer.
“How do you
do that, Whale?” asked the hammerhead.
“With a strong
flip of my tail, young man” replied the humpback.
“How come
you don’t drown in the air? All the shark elders warn us that the world above the ocean
is dangerous.”
The humpback issued a
small giggle, at least as small as a 50-ton humpback
can giggle, so as not to offend the curious stranger. “Since you are too young to know such things, I will tell you whales breathe air.
We need to visit the world above the ocean every so
often.”
The shark was interested
in whales breathing air, but returned to his original
question: “Can you teach me your dance and your song?”
“Why, young
shark, do you want to do whale things instead of simply
being the shark that you are?”
The hammerhead swam closer
to the humpback who clearly had signaled his acceptance
of continuing this odd conversation between two different
species of the ocean.
“Well, Sir,” the
shark explained, “I have been watching you ever since you moved here from wherever you lived before.
Your songs and dances make me feel different than I
ever have. They make me feel…uh, special.”
“What do
you mean, young shark?”
The hammerhead moved even
closer to the whale’s ear for fear another shark would overhear their conversation. “I have been learning about shark life as I grow up here. There are some pretty
great sharks here, strong, smart, fast, hard workers,
expert hunters and very, very reliable, I mean, you
can count on them to be sharks every minute of every
day of every week of every month of…”
“Shark!” interrupted
the humpback. “What are you trying to tell me?”
“Please forgive
me, Sir,” he apologized. “It’s just that I’ve never felt this way before and I’m not sure what to do about it, except come to you, since it is your singing
and dancing that is making me feel this way.
“I have been
taught that what sharks do,” he continued, “not only is crucial to the survival of our group, but also to help the ocean
survive by keeping it clean and healthy. The motto
we learn is: ‘Sharks are lovers of labor, so labor becomes love.’
“But after
watching and listening to you, I wonder if sharks aren’t meant to do something more than just work and survive. I mean these feelings
I get when you sing and dance…I don’t know. They are so new to me. No shark I know has ever described such feelings.”
“Well, young
man,” replied the humpback, “I can show you how to do a few songs and a dance or two, but remember, you are
a shark, not a whale. You will have to make the songs
and dances your own, not mine.”
“I will,
Sir. I will,” answered the hammerhead with excitement in his voice.
Some months later, after
the humpback had left the area for his summer migration
to the cold water feeding grounds, the young hammerhead
male made his way into the inner circle of female sharks
to find a partner. Unlike any shark before, he approached
the group by dancing and singing what he had been practicing
by himself all winter long.
As he neared the center,
a very large, dominant female hammerhead confronted
him with her head forcefully shaking back and forth,
left and right, as hammerheads do, warning him to back
off from the inner circle. In a loud voice so all could
hear, she scolded: “What kind of worker would you be, gyrating and muttering into our circle like
this? Haven’t you learned how to act like a proper shark? No one would ever choose you as
a partner!”
The young hammerhead had
no choice but to retreat to the outer edge of the circle
in humiliation. Near the edge, he was joined by a small
young female hammerhead who quietly swam alongside
him. After a while she spoke in a soft voice: “Watching you dance and sing made me feel…uh, different…special…like I’ve never felt before. Will you sing and dance for me again?”
And he did for many, many
seasons; and, eventually, so did she.
jambbal‘s
message: Labor keeps life on the level; art uplifts
it.
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