"Don't eat me" said the quivering fish.

The shark was tactful enough not to smile or at least confused enough by new found emotions not to move.

"Dance some more", he snorted, amused yet addicted and what, pray, would you do?

The sea bass danced for death.

The shark watched, hypnotised by the little fish's terror, seeing for the first time his true power and feeling for the first time what it was to feel.

Though something strange is seldom savoured until a taste is acquired, the beauty of the fish made him forgetful and he watched.

And fish she was but female first and soon they both looked upon each other with different eyes.

That evening a sharp-eyed bird might have seen a great steady fin slice its way out to sea with a little darting one behind, then ahead, then behind again as two new lovers talked as only two new lovers can.

So it came to pass that the beautiful sea bass never saw her shoal again and a great white shark became a vegetarian.