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Whales Tail or How Took Photos of Them.
Travel tale by Veselo
Soon at the some distance, one whale was noticed and the heat began to play into blood – it was whale hunting, but our armament consisting of digital cameras. We rushed off at a furious pace to catch luck there.
This whale was twice as much, snorted more sonorous and shed larger fountains, but swinging in same funny way. On the whole, this whale had a character: when he felt that somebody watched him and took photos of him, the whale gathered speed and sailed away. But nobody can go away from us on the surface and poor whale rose up his tail from water, wagged it like a farewell and went to the deep.
Then we caught up two whales: mother and sun. I can't tell you what size was the whale's mother – she was so big. I feared for her sun, because they almost touch each other when danced in the water and recurring snorted. This group also wagged of theirs tails (mother was so great to do it) and it was clear now that whales have the same manners. Wagged of theirs tails on the farewell – it's a true whale's confession. Everyone have a special style: “Let me show how beautiful my tail, how slow and graceful when I go to the deep!” or “Hey! I already gone and you never caught me again!”
Date: 4 April, 2004
Posted 22 February, 2006
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