They were just finishing the short demonstration on the faux-bouldered shore of Sea Lion Lake. The leftover herring splashed in scattered handfuls as the keepers emptied their pails. Fur glistened over smooth muscle and the animals dove into the water, where they became gliding shadows under the surface. The turquoise water gleamed beside the dark wet cement. So beautiful, the man thought. Looks like something that belonged to some exotic destination like Hawaii, or the Florida Keys. He'd never been. A few last minute questions were called out and answered, but the crowd was dispersing and the man pushed his way through until he was pressed against the rail. The animals were lazily gliding back and forth across the long pool, pausing to frolic here and there. He could just see the underwater viewing tunnel at the far end of the clear waters. Beneath the surface, Millie and Roscoe danced to the delight of children with their faces presse...
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