Chapter 8: Hunters of the Plankton
In the cruel, hungry undersea world, it is no surprise that Scomber was “caught in the entangling net of the tentacle hairs” (p. 78) of the inch-long body of a ctenophore (p. 77). But a sea-trout bites into the comb jelly and spits it out in disgust, and Scomber escapes. (p. 78).
When a mass of seaweed that had been torn by the tides from some underlying bed or distant shore floated into Scomber’s field of vision, he crept among the fronds and drifted with the weed for a day and a night. (p. 78)
Good night, little Scomber. Rest well in your soft green bed and heal.