Turtle. No, I will not let you go. Be quiet and do what I tell you, and I will not hurt you. Your brothers have run away. You must come down under the sea with me.
[They go out together.]
Scene III—Under the Sea
Monkey. Why do they keep me here? No one to talk to, no one to play with, no trees to climb. Only one friend, the jellyfish with his hard shell. I’d like him better if he hadn’t one. It makes me think of that bad turtle that brought me down here on his hard back. Here comes the old jellyfish now.
Jellyfish. Hello, Monkey, you look sad.
Monkey. So would you if you wanted trees instead of seaweed, and land instead of water, and warm sunshine, and other little monkeys to play with.
Jellyfish. Poor Monkey! I am sorry for you. But of course you must stay here until they come to get you.
Monkey. Until who comes to get me?
Jellyfish. The fish, of course. Don’t you know?
Monkey. Indeed, I don’t, Jellyfish. What do you mean?