A six-foot shark nosed lazily about, off Santa Catalina Island in the Pacific. It was a bright day. In the pellucid blue beneath him the shark could see scores of rakish fish shapes, deep brown, like his own; silver-edged green, mottled grey, golden bellied; big tuna, amber jacks and yellowtails curving dreamily hither and yon, flashing off now and again for a bite of food. A school of his kind wrangled over a dead porpoise, but the big shark had fed. He lolled contentedly.
Then a commotion on the sea's bright surface...
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