Do You Still Like Us?

“We must save them!” “Or now we can keep them.” ... “Yes we could keep them.” “But they are so sweet and precious.” ... ... “Than we shall save them.” The moment is tense, but it has rolled in favor of the 4 intrepid gals once again. Scaly and shimmering hands grip their shoulders gentle yet firm as beautiful kaleidoscope tails whip quick fast, up and up and up. An eternity of speed towards the surface as the 4 gals breath and life flails to barely ember, until finally, their heads break above, the now dead bubbles of spent turtle aire are ripped roughly from their heads, their chests are compressed in and out as mermaids blow fresh breath into their empty lungs. A long moment of desperate effort until all 4 gals begin to cough and hack and vomit and breath once again. Their eyes come back from the brink of glassy as they all realize everyone is still alive. ‘thank you beautys’ ‘that was close’ “Yes, we forget how fragile you little things are.” ... “We have to go now, but there should be a boat coming along