As summer's days wore shorter, Wishy knew that winters approach meant time with the whales would end for another year. Wish wondered if he was the only one to ever wish to be a whale. His curiosity could not rest, he needed to know why whales loved the sea.
Far from the busy shore, in the plentiful waters of summer whales splashed, Wishy paddled among the whales with fluid motion, watching and listening he felt a part of their games.
Despite pressure to leave what most thought foolish, Wishy persisted each day with renewed hope, a hope kept constant by faith that he would learn everything he could about whales.