Fish Story

I was talking to a Manta Ray the other day.
They can talk you know.
Well if you didn't know before, now you do.
Anyway, this Manta Ray was swimming casually around in the ocean.
He's a big round sort of fish.
He may be a mammal, maybe someone else knows for sure.
Looks sort of like a big bat or something.
His eyes are on the underside of his body.
He always seems to be looking down.
But that doesn't matter much.
We got to talking about how it was to be a sort
of big round fish swimming around in the ocean.

I told him about cars and stars and caterpillars,
but he didn't have much interest in that sort of thing.
He had a very nice vocabulary, but he never seemed
to talk about industry. He seemed to have all that he
could ever need and want. I asked him if he ever got bored.
I was curious because he seemed to have none of the normal problems
to keep him busy. I mean he didn't drive a car
and he didn't look at the stars, in fact he gave me a blank
stare when I asked if he had seen the comet.
He didn't know about the zodiac and he didn't know about life on Mars.
But he showed me a nice place where he could find
brilliant colored edible junk.

He seemed happy and he kept harping on about how God was a Manta Ray.
I tried to tell him that God was really a little Girl named Gretchen.
He would have none of this, as he wasn't even sure that I really
existed.
He told me my theory that God was a girl was a patented
lie perpetuated by the whales. He was quite adamant in his assertion
about
God being a Manta Ray. He assured me that there was no further
need in discussing the matter as he was sure and it was only a
matter of time before I learned the truth for myself.
I turned to ask him how he could be so sure.
He was gone.

So I swam to shore, I passed a killer whale on the way
back and called him a liar. He asked me why I was calling
him a liar. I explained that the Manta Ray told me that the legend that
God was a little Girl Named Gretchen was a lie made up by the whales.
And how that not even all of the whales believe this story, but that
they pass it around as a sort of joke among themselves.

The killer whale said that the Manta Ray was a crank, but that he was
right about the part that not all whales believe that God is Girl
named Gretchen. He said that God was a Manta Ray.
When I turned around to ask him if he was serious, he was gone.

I'm beginning to think maybe God is a Manta Ray.
But he just doesn't like answering serious questions.
Guess he's got more important things to think about.

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