P21

	"How come human tools are so different from ours?" Junior asked.   "I don't know it for sure, but they may have super-natural powers."   "By the way, there is an ocean full of ice far down in the south."   "I have heard of it before. It's called something like Antarctic Ocean, right?" Junior said.   "Right. You heard of it before? Actually, it's called the Antarctic Ocean. A legend says that the whales lived there in peace for a long time. One day, many years back, all of a sudden, one big ship after another came there. Our ancestors were chased, caught, and killed by the ship people by some method unknown to them."   "It did not take too long before most of the whales had vanished from the rich, icy ocean. The 'singing tribe' and the large whales are all gone. Instead, all that are left there now are the smallest and swiftest whales. It's ironic that they were saved by their size. The ship people did not care too much for the small ones ... because they got less meat and blubber from them. They are, I should say, about one half of my size. Now that the big brothers are gone, minke whales, the smaller whales are getting the humans' attention."   "They are now the targets of the whale ships." Senior continued. "If they should vanish from that paradise, that's the end of the world. In Antartica live penguins, seals and many kinds of fish. They all live according to their rules and roles. Each one is given his or her role by the God of the sea. If the whales perish from there, there would be no fish that could play the role of the whale, and the God of the sea would be at a loss as to what to do next."