(Her platform) It’s shrinking. The ice is melting. Global warming. (Stares into water) The orca! They’ve come back. Up to the edge of my floating castle. Nice to see you. Please don’t eat me…I’m alone. I’d offer to shake hands but you might bite it off. (orca come up to her) Friends? Ok, friends. So. What possessed you to come this far north? Isn’t it too cold? ORCA B The oceans are starting to boil. ORCA A We go where there’s food. ORCA D We have to eat. ORCA A Everyone has to eat. ORCA B North, we hunt herring. ORCA A South we hunt seals. ORCA D We make waves to break up the ice floes, so the seals have to jump off. ORCA A We stun them with our tails. ORCA B We work together. ORCA C Our mothers teach us. They are the matriarchs. ORCA E
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