One day whilst preparing a roast dinner I sensed that something was not right, that someone was unhappy.
Call it intuition.
I looked to see who was upset.
It was Manatee.
He wasn't moving, but he gazed at me with one fierce eye to indicate that he was displeased with the roast dinner and in particular what I was about to do to a sweet potato.
One look at the sweet potato and it was obvious.
I apologized immediately to Manatee and gave him the sweet potato. He didn't say anything but I could tell he was relieved.
Moments later I saw them outside playing together.
It seems Manatee thinks of the sweet potato as another manatee - perhaps a little brother or a friend.
Well I suppose I could roast some turnips instead.