(A
nervous MANTA RAY hides under a cloak of sand.)
MANTA RAY
(Sighs)
I’m so
hungry.
(Sings)
I fear the
fisherman.
I fear
the hook.
I fear
I’ll find a thing to eat
That gets
me “took.”
It’s
hard, ’cause here,
In
kite-like me,
I have my
little manta babies---
One, two,
three.
(She
peers out. Hooks and
bait everywhere.)
END
OF “SONG OF THE PREGNANT FISH.”
