They were black like a lizard's and very large and, like the eyes of a lizard, could sometimes look sleepy.

They were black like a lizard's and very large and, like the eyes of a lizard, could sometimes look sleepy.

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Below me Rontu was running along the cliffs barking at the screaming gulls. Pelicans were chattering as they finished the blue water. But suddenly I thought of Tutok, and the island seemed very quiet.

More than anything, it was the blue dolphins that took me back home.

Many of our tribe went to the cliff each night to count the number killed during the day. They counted the dead otter and thought of the beads and other things that each pelt meant. But I never went to the cove and whenever I saw the hunters with their long spears skimming over the water, I was angry, for these animals were my friends. It was fun to see them playing or sunning themselves among the kelp. It more fun than the thought of beads to wear around my neck.