In a small pond, located in a remote area, two fish swim togetherin a circle made by the dripping of water off a tree branch over hanging the pond. One darts this way and comes back the circle and the other repeats the motion in a dance. One of the fish is white and orange. There other is white and black. Together they make one and swim in harmony.
The water drips in a fast tempo though there is no rain, and the fish swim in quick spurts around the center of the ripples. The water is only stirred by the dripping of the branch and the swimming fish. On a sunny day a man kneels by the pond and scoops up the orange fish. The fish doesn't move just lays flat in the man's hands.
The man puts the back of the fish to his lips and rips a chunk out of it, chewing the flesh. Still, the fish doesn't move. Just lays and breathes through the pain of the bite. All is quiet and the black fish swims as if there is nothign wrong. The man drops the fish and blood fills that half of the pond. Red blood over taking the clear blue of the pond over. The black fish continues to swim, to dance alone.
The man stands and crackles, blood dripping down his face and the fur of his hat surrounding his head. His dark face is twisted in anger, in evil as he chuckles, his face turned at the dying fish laying in the pond. The black one swims as the tempo the water falls and the man, of Alaskan decent, walks away, the wind stirring the pond.