Meg no longer cared about the whales, and not
because they were indifferent (though they were)
to her (though they were). She had just (it seems)
set out with unreasonable expectations. Meg had
always imagined the animals to be smaller and (yes!)
more cuddley, (though they were) somewhat more like
a panda bear(though they were)only (and this she
emphasized as though she had had a personal
experience) with a better temper.
Jo (her only real friend since that incident involving
firecrackers and rum at the high school) told her
to forget her foolish pre-conceptions and get down
to the "business" of saving the whales, but this was
like asking Meg to wake up. The dream continued...
There was Meg. There was the Whale (in the dream
"whale" was always capitalized). The ballroom was
dimly lit by several different of burning rubbish
all of which appeared to be "stuff" from her friend
Jo's locker. The fires continued, the air thickened
with smoke. The Whale drifted toward her, his hands
(in the dream the Whale always had hands) full of
delicious waterproof chocolate formed into little
pig-shapes for Meg to chew upon. Unfortunately the
flavor was quite ruined by the ember and soot from
the illuminating fires. The evening fizzled. The
Whale departed. And Meg was left alone in the middle
of the smouldering rubbish piles.
So Meg became a policeman.
THE END