The-Manta-Pup-and-the-Baby-Shark

The reef was quiet the next morning. Manta and Sharky glided through the water, still uneasy from yesterday’s encounter with the strange floating bags. “I keep thinking about those creatures,” said Manta softly. “They weren’t food, but they almost killed you.” “I’ll never bite one again,” said Sharky, snapping his tail. “But they’re everywhere, drifting like ghosts.” As they rounded a rocky corner, they spotted something curious. A cloud of sand puffed from the seabed, poof, and a small shadow wriggled out. Eight little arms waved about like ribbons. ...

Morning light shone through the waves, painting the water in soft silver and blue. Manta stretched his wide wings. Swoooosh, flap! Sharky yawned, showing off his rows of tiny teeth. “Morning, Manta,” said Sharky sleepily. “Morning, Sharky! Let’s go find breakfast!” chirped Manta. But today, something unusual drifted in the water. All around them, strange shapes floated lazily: some small, some big, some blue, some white, even pink and green. They twirled and flapped like jellyfish, but they didn’t glow, and they didn’t swim on their own. ...

Far, far below the waves, sunlight danced across the sandy floor of the ocean. In that glittering blue world, a tiny manta ray pup flapped its wings like soft kites. Swish-swoosh, swish-swoosh! The manta pup had been born alone. No one stayed to guide it, so it had to figure things out quickly. “I need to eat,” the pup thought, fluttering along. “Plankton, little shrimps, anything tasty floating about!” As it skimmed near a coral reef, the manta suddenly spotted movement. A small shadow darted through the water. It was shaped like a torpedo, with bright curious eyes. ...