Mr Shark takes his daughter to the terratrium

Mr Shark could feel his young daughter’s fin slightly tapping his. She was beaming with excitement and anticipation for the terratrium. He, however, couldn’t care less about the waterless creatures that inhabited the lands above. They were nothing more than a bunch of mindless idiots who looked at light all day. But his daughter, Bianca, was fascinated by them. Especially the hairless Primate.

Bianca suddenly burped and burped and burped and burped and burped and then to make a change of pace, she burped again. She was very talkative today, but Mr Shark took little notice of her rambling, she was simply getting excited and burping to herself, yet everyone in the terratrium could smell what she was saying. Mr Shark was so use to this by now that he didn’t even feel embarrassed by it anymore, let alone annoying.

Mr Shark and Bianca were approaching the gates. ‘How much does this cost now?’ Mr Shark thought to himself. He was shocked to see that the price had risen, probably due to inflation. It now cost five pearls to enter, when it used to cost just two! He remembered smelling in the Morning weeds on the Whale-train to work one early tide that it’s due to those morons in the Pacific trench deciding to stop eating oysters due to it being ‘cruelty’. ‘Well now there were too many pearls in the economy! It’s always those Stripped morons in the pacific doing this,’ Mr Shark thought to himself.

As he found himself now mumbling out some soft scented burps, he decided that he needed to calm himself down. But as he was trying to calm himself down from both his slightly fishist rant and his daughter’s excitement, he realised that his wife, Abia, had just sent a plankton scent to him. He quickly smelt the scent. ‘Hey bloody, please could you pick up some more Seal meat on your way home please?’

He made a mental note of his wife’s request, as Seal was his favourite dinner. Was she treating him for taking Bianca to the terratrium? Mr Shark thought to himself. Perhaps when Bianca was put to sleep, they could watch Pistriscide Seeker together and then….

“Dad! Are we going in?” His daughter suddenly scented. Mr Shark was so caught up in his thoughts, that he had completely floated still in place. He looked at his daughter and singled that it was time to get this long day over with. The sooner it started, the sooner it would finish, he hoped.

They entered the terratrium, Bianca was so excited that she was now in the terratrium that she was swimming around so fast, which was too fast for Mr Shark, who could barely keep up with her quick youthful pace. Mr Shark tried but keeping up with the youthful pup was causing a strain on his fins. Perhaps he shouldn’t have spent his youth smoking puffers with his old friend Mr Dolphin.

He remembered how his parents disapproved of him spending so much time with an air breather; they would say all those air breathers do all day is get high and never do any real work. He was glad that his daughter would grow up in an ocean where such attitudes were much less commonplace. That being said, there was one thing Mr Shark didn’t like about Mr Dolphin; he never took the whale bus; he owned one of those modern submarines. ‘Ah Megalodon’, he thought to himself, He did wish he could afford his own Submarine.

“Ohhhh look Daddy!!!! It’s a Kangaroo!!!” Bianca exclaimed, letting off a vapid stench. He noticed another Parent looking over at him, giving him a sympathetic look. The room was filled with the stench of excited pups and calves. Mr Shark, and every other parent in the terratrium, just knew that they were going to end the day with a massive nose ache. It didn’t help that the Finball was in its offseason, so there wasn’t even that to look forward to in the late tide.

Mr Shark looked at the Kangaroo and brushed his fin over the smell release pad. “The Kangaroo is native to the continent of Red rocky lands. The mothers keep their Joeys in their pouch, isn’t that amazing! Your mum always carries you! The men enjoy fighting each other. They use their feet to hit each other! It’s incredible!”

“Are they gonna hit with their feet daddy?” Bianca asked, with a sense of enthusiasm in her breath. “No bloody” Mr Shark responded to his daughter’s disappointment “I can’t imagine they will. I think they’re all females”

The father and daughter carried on through the Aquarium, with Bianca fascinated and Mr Shark bored out of his mind – although seeing a smile on Bianca’s face did bring him a nice sense of purpose in life and that he hadn’t completely wasted his day off. They were swimming along when they found an exhibit about the making of the terratrium. Now this was something that Mr Shark was actually interested in. It had always confused Mr Shark how they could build this barrier between the water and the dry land. It was apparently this brand-new material called glass.

“Daddy, this place looks boring!” Bianca complained to Mr Sharks disappointment. She wasn’t interested in neither Finball nor architecture. ‘What a shame’, Mr Shark thought to himself. “Come on Bianca, I want to see this” Mr Shark pleaded, to a disappointed look from his daughter. “I’ll tell you what, after we look at this exhibit, we can have some sweet ink then see the hairless primate together!” Bianca at the smell of her two favourite things, burst into a rally of excitement. ‘There we go’, Mr Shark thought to himself, ‘I just taught her that sometimes you need to do something you know you won’t enjoy in order to have something you do enjoy.’

They both entered the exhibit, which was having a talk on this brand-new technology called glass. The board smelt of middle tide high sun, which was only a few moments away. So, Mr shark decided to buy Bianca her sweet ink early so she could drink it during the presentation. They took their place in the odortorium and got ready to smell the speech. To Mr Shark’s surprise, a crab walked on the stage. ‘A crab that can exude shark?’ Mr Shark thought to himself. ‘There’s a first for everything.’

“Hello Audience, my name is Mr Peirce. I am from a small sandy island called Crab Island. A few generations ago, us crabs discovered the secrets of how to build this brand-new technology called glass. Now, with this piece of technology, we were able to build this entire terratrium! My colleague will demonstrate how this new piece of technology is crafted” The crab scented, with a very well-articulated smell at that. ‘He must have studied at Oxsea university’, Mr Shark thought to himself.

The seaweed that Mr Peirce was standing in front of suddenly opened up. It was a seaweed curtain this whole time! Mr Shark didn’t even notice. Behind Mr Peirce was another glass exhibit except this time, it had a Crab inside, holding something in its claw. He waved it around for a moment, then all of a sudden, he clicked a switch which caused this orange thing to shoot out of the cylinder that he was holding in his claw in a seemingly uncontrollable manner. He then pointed the cylinder towards some sand that was sat atop a small workbench.

“Now, this orange thing is called fire. It’s really hot. We use it to heat up sand and that makes glass. Now of course, at first the glass isn’t see-through, it needs some fine tuning and cleansing to make it see-through. This can only be done on land as fire needs oxygen but Hydrogen, which is in water, puts the fire out. So, it can only happen on land!” Mr Peirce exclaimed, with a bold stench. He was a very well smelling crab. It was crazy all of the things that could be done on land. Mr Shark had seldom visited the land himself, he didn’t enjoy crawling very much, let alone doing any scolba crawling. (self-contained on land breathing apparatus) He had yet to take Bianca crawling, he considered if he should get her some crawling lessons set up.

“Now, we are going to watch a short presentation on how we used glass to attract the hairless primate” Mr Peirce continued, to the rapid and sudden excitement of Bianca. ‘Well,’ Mr Shark thought to himself, ‘looks like you killed two tunas with one bite, what a result!’ Mr Shark and Bianca watched with a grand anticipation fixed upon their faces as they witnessed a hairless primate suddenly walk into the aquarium. The Crab inside with the hairless primate was holding up a screen of glass and shinning the flame just behind the glass.

“Now you see, the hairless primate isn’t usually so attracted to light, but if you put some light behind the glass, it will gain their attention.” Mr Pierce exclaimed, and as he had finished his scent, the entire audience noticed something strange with the fire. The fire suddenly changed colour. The hairless primate’s interest perked up; it had a fixating gaze towards the glass screen as if it had just seen the love of its life. “The colours on the glasses have been manipulated, to you it all seems to be a blur. But to the hairless primate, it looks like a female. They will follow us anywhere we please to make them follow”

Mr Shark and Bianca left the odortorium. They were both in shock at what they had just witnessed. It was the first time that day something had peaked Mr Shark’s interest, and the first time he had found anything interesting about the hairless primate. Mr Shark decided to immediately take Bianca to the hairless Primate exhibit.

They saw one behind the glass. Just one, on its own. It was bending its legs and resting on its bottom. It was staring straight into a light source. The image was an apparent blur, but now they both knew that Hairless primate’s eyes work differently to that of shark’s eyes. What could it have been looking at? Mr Shark wondered to himself. “Daddy, what’s that coming out of it’s eye?” Bianca asked. Mr Shark looked toward the hairless primate’s eye and saw what looked like a small drop of rain trickling down its cheek.