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Saving Fish from Drowning - Heal Burma

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AMY TAN<br />

in a reef pocket at low tide, or stuck on a hook, they would eventu­<br />

ally suffer <strong>from</strong> oxygen deprivation and suffocate. They drown.” He<br />

saw that Marlena was staring at him, mesmerized, a look that said to<br />

him: You are so incredibly powerful and sexy. If there were a bed<br />

right here, I’d jump your bones. Actually, Marlena was wondering<br />

why he took so much pleasure in describing how fish die.<br />

Heidi envisioned the panting fish they had just left. “If they can<br />

take oxygen <strong>from</strong> water, why can’t their gills process it <strong>from</strong> air?”<br />

Marlena gave Harry an expectant look. Harry gladly explained:<br />

“Their gills are like two silky-thin arches. They’re suspended wide<br />

open in water, like double sails on a boat. Out of water, the arches<br />

collapse like a plastic baggie and press against each other, sealing<br />

them off so no air gets in. The fish suffocate.”<br />

Vera gave out a snort. “So there is absolutely no way someone can<br />

sincerely say they are saving fish <strong>from</strong> drowning.”<br />

And Harry replied: “No. They are drowning on land.”<br />

“Well, what about chickens?” Vera mused, gesturing toward a cage<br />

of chicks. “What benevolent action will do them in? Will they be re­<br />

ceiving yoga lessons when their necks are accidentally broken?”<br />

“It’s no worse than what we do back home,” Esmé said with<br />

sangfroid matter-of-factness. “We’re just better at hiding it. I saw a<br />

program on TV. The pigs are all smashed together, then go through a<br />

chute, and they’re all screaming, because they know what’s going to<br />

happen. They do it to horses, too. That’s what some dog foods are<br />

made of. Sometimes they’re not even dead when they get chopped up.”<br />

Marlena stared at her daughter. Esmé seemed to have shed her in­<br />

nocence before her very eyes. How could her baby know these<br />

things? Marlena took her daughter’s new strides in knowledge with<br />

maternal angst and sadness. She had loved those days when Esmé<br />

looked to her for protection and comfort, when it was expected that<br />

she, the mother, would shield her daughter <strong>from</strong> the ugliness of the<br />

world. Now she remembered a time, not too long before, when they<br />

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