Flipper Page #5

[Moaning]

[Squawking]

Sandy?

Hi.

Where did you go?

Nowhere.

What did you do?

Nothing.

Supper will be

ready in a minute.

Didn't you go out

with Kim and her father?

Oh, sure, mom.

Well, that's nice.

Mom?

Yes?

Mom...

Sandy, you been

up to something?

Oh, no, ma,

only...

Sandy, what?

I've got an 8-foot

dying dolphin

in the fish pen.

An 8-foot dolphin?

You know how long

that cabinet is?

About 8 feet.

Now, you go wash up

for supper.

Sandy, I think

I'll have a look.

Sandy!

That's what

I told you, ma.

He got speared.

Oh, that poor thing.

What'll we do, ma?

Same thing I'd do

for any animal.

Get me the kitchen knife

and the iodine.

And then I just

towed him home.

Where did you go?

What did you do?

Nowhere, nothing, huh?

I think it'll be supper

and a good night's

rest for you.

[Screech]

[Screech]

Sandy!

That water's freezing!

You want to catch

your death of cold?

Back to bed.

Yes, ma'am.

I just wanted to see

how flipper was doing.

Flipper?

Yes, flipper.

I named him flipper.

Don't you think that's

a good name, ma?

I think you should go

back to bed. Go on, now.

Ok.

[Moan]

Poor flipper.

My cousin says

he's awful sorry.

Daddy took him home

this morning.

Ma, is he

going to die?

It's a very bad wound.

But you fixed it.

He needs strength

to recover.

He needs food.

In the ocean,

he'd have a chance--

in the ocean?

Ma, the first shark

that saw him

would kill him.

He's so weak!

He'll die here, too,

without food.

Couldn't we...

Somehow...

Can't I...

Your pa told you how much

fish a dolphin eats.

About 15 pounds

a day.

With the red plague,

where would you find it?

Some days up

at silver cove,

there's a lot.

Not every day.

He'd be well

in a few days,

then we could...

Please, ma?

Please?

Well, you try it,

but just today.

Come on, Kim!

Sandy, don't go

down anymore.

You'll make yourself sick.

But only

two little fish?

Please.

There just

aren't any more.

I guess

you're right.

[Screech screech]

I guess he doesn't like

those kind of fish.

What are we

going to do?

I don't know.

[Screech]

You don't feel

you owe me nothing

for a whole day's

fishing?

[Different man]

You owe us

a day's fishing.

50 Miles out

and 50 back.

Our deal was

for marlin.

All we get

is a bunch of

trash fish.

Don't expect to

see us back

again either.

Mr. lake, sir,

could I have

some of the fish?

Take them all.

To get them,

clean my boat.

Clean it of the smell

of fish, every board

and seam.

From now on,

this is going to be

a coral reef sightseeing boat.

The devil with fish!

Yes, sir.

[Squawk]

[Flipper cries out]

[Chattering]

Ma!

Ma!

Ma!

Hey, ma!

Sandy, come out!

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