Zeb walked over to a shipping container that was sitting next to one of the equipment sheds. I hadn't noticed that earlier. I smack my lips, the fish was good. I look down at the now empty trough. I am still hungry. Harry slapped me in my snout as he climbed over me and headed toward Zeb. Next to the now open shipping container, Zeb waved a large shiny fish at arm's length in front of the open container. The smell of more fish came from inside the dark opening.
"Orp, orp, orp!" No Harry, you're not getting my fish!
I charge after Harry bent on overtaking him. He wasn't going to get my fish.
Zeb waved the fish pulling it away before Harry could grab it. I climbed on top of Harry's shoulders, and grabbed the fish.
"Yeow!" shouted Zeb, and then he laughed, "There's more inside. Go get the fish, sealboys!"
Harry shoved passed me, and into the container, but the rusty odor of the container put me off, so I tried to get away from it. I fought against the charging sealboys. A couple of the other sealboys were put off my the dark, damp metallic space. Zeb pulled out a long stick. It sparked at the end like a magic wand. We used to be like Zeb, now we were seals. It seemed normal now. Magic? Zap. Not a magic wand. It's a cattle prod.
Zap! Zap! Zap!
As soon as all the seal boys were inside the container, and Zeb slammed the doors shut. We beat our flippers against the doors, but it was too late. The bolts clanged shut, and I heard the click of a padlock imprisoning us in the container. There was no way out. Might as well eat the fish.