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	It seems an interesting world, thought Junior, though he did not know any of the creatures the whale had mentioned.   "What is your name, little fellow?" asked the whale.   "They call me Junior--and you?"   "Well, Junior, why don't you call me Senior for the time being?" chuckled the whale.   "I'll tell you about my folks", Senior continued. "Every year we travel between the south and north, just like migratory birds. As they fly from one continent to another when the seasons change, we likewise follow the seasons from one part of the ocean to another. In summer there are a lot of plankton, small fish and shrimps in the cold arctic seas. We feed on them. And when winter comes we head back south to the Antarctic."   "When we have babies we all move to a warmer area to raise our children." Seemingly lost in memories of his past, he talked slowly and intimately to Junior. Each word sounded grave and touching.   "Some get lost on their way and stray off the regular course. I wanted to go with my folks this time too, but how could I with a net around me like this ... Even though I am here now, my heart is with them."   His voice was filled with sadness. Then he added, "We travel along the coast lines. We remember the bays and capes we've passed before, so we can reach our destination safely and easily."