First Fish. What is the matter, little fish?

Little Fish. Have you not heard? Our sea queen is very ill.

First Fish. Osa, our queen, very ill, did you say?

Little Fish. Yes, yes, we have done everything; but she grows worse.

Second Fish. We fear she must die.

First Fish. This cannot be. Come, tell me what you have done.

Little Fish. Oh, we fed her seaweed and laid her upon a bank of sponges. Every little fish helped. But she is no better.

First Fish. Our queen Osa! This is sad indeed. Is there no wise creature in the sea who can help us?

Third Fish. There must be. Let us think hard.

Little Fish. I know. Let’s ask the turtle. He’s wise. He goes out of the sea upon the land. Surely he must learn many things there. Perhaps he is just the one to tell us what to do to save our queen.