Dolphin-Ology: Collecting Rent When You Live In The Sea

He could see onto the hill in his half-sleep, not in the covered grotto, but under the moon at night, floating under the stars. He felt good as he watched the farmer on the hill stop pacing in his window. Using his feeling-imaginations and sonar, the dolphin felt the human’s  love and acceptance create attention-possibilities for himself and the tenants who didn’t pay his rent. The dolphin  dreamt the humans on their way to the contrast of responsibility. The Dolphin could hear a silent song from the human who stopped focusing on anger, and it sounded like hopeful click-whistle images of excitement at meeting the next beautiful being  that will occupy the mansion of the human’s land house and soul, which are one and the same to the dolphin who lay with his one eye open and other eye asleep below water. Then the dolphin continued the dream of when he chased his own pod member out of the secret grotto to catch more fish for the family – he chased the baby dolphin with twice as much love, and with the fun of the other members following from behind, nudging him along, as they, after-all, did live in a sea filled with sharks. The pod cheered him on but wouldn’t let his whines and cries give them any sympathy – they pushed him to learn to scour the sand for fish, knowing opportunities flowed now, to baby dolphin, twice as strong.