My favorite of this sort of thing was on TV back in the late 80s. There was a pod of about five killer whales chasing seals. The seals when onto the beach. At the right distance from the surf, the seals turned around and looked back at the water. One could imagine the seals gloating. Suddenly a killer whale blasted out of a breaking wave, slithered up onto the beach, and grabbed a seal. (I and my two children fell out of our chairs laughing.)
“You get in the helicopter…helicopter goes into the air…_shark’s_ in the air.
Farewell my Navy career…the Nimitz I shall see no more…my last downed pilot I’ve rescued…and now through old King Neptune’s door.”
My favorite of this sort of thing was on TV back in the late 80s. There was a pod of about five killer whales chasing seals. The seals when onto the beach. At the right distance from the surf, the seals turned around and looked back at the water. One could imagine the seals gloating. Suddenly a killer whale blasted out of a breaking wave, slithered up onto the beach, and grabbed a seal. (I and my two children fell out of our chairs laughing.)
Well, we wouldn’t want to get *complacent* now would we?:-)
“You get in the helicopter…helicopter goes into the air…_shark’s_ in the air.
Farewell my Navy career…the Nimitz I shall see no more…my last downed pilot I’ve rescued…and now through old King Neptune’s door.”
It’s time to teach the cats how to fly then.