SHoRT aNiMaTioNS

The Tale Of How


Deep in the Indian Ocean, all scary and black,
Is an old octopus with a tree in his back
And inside from this tree, the Piranhas appear
They sing soothing songs that are kind and sincere

They’re not at all stupid, they’re not very bright,
They’re never quite wrong and they’re never quite right
They’re never asleep, they’re never awake,
They all dress like weirdoes, make no mistake.

They’re frightfully happy, except when they’re dead
See, Otto the monster needs to get fed!
A tentacle from nowhere to give a fright,
To steal piranhas, a thief in the night.

They sing soothing songs, but he never hears
The shells and the kelp that have grown in his ears
Otto is deaf, Otto means hate, Otto means death to the Dodos he’s ate.

The future is red, said Crown-for-a-head,
They have to migrate or they’d soon all be dead!
They'd have to leave home, to swim all right
Or the water'd be red on that terrible day

Otto that monster, how hideous the slaughter
He plucked like fruit from the inky, black water.

There were not many left, but a handful, a few
One of them had a vision and knew what to do.
Fill paper with ink and wattles with paper
And an ocean of bottles, and sing for their saviour

But no one came, they were sad, and alone.
They seemed to be stranded on this doomed Household

The quite, raw ocean of terror and typhoons
The faraway voices that sing to the moon
The treacherous house, many more disappeared
To the visit of a mouse named Eddy the Engineer

Here, from the West, on a bunch of bananas,
He puffed out his chest, and addressed the Piranhas
“You dear Piranhas, does Otto want to eat you?
My name is Eddy and it’s a pleasure to meet you.”

“I’ve read all your letters, I know all the wrongs
Caused by Otto the monster, who is deaf to your songs.
I’ll give you my oath, I’ll do what I can,
I’ll need Palm Trees and silver, to start my plan”.

Using huge sticky pots, cutting palms at their stems,
They built a great structure, resembling them.
The brought out a net when they sang lullabies
They caught all these songs and then placed them inside

They sneaked to the shore, set it free to the tides
They all hid in trees, to watch and to hide

Now Otto is stalking the palm-scented snack
He took the bait, he fell into the trap
The then disappeared with a growl and a snap
Otto first yawned, and then took a nap

So the Island is sleeping, and still is today
Eddy had done for our friends far away
They loaded their ship with their mother the tree
The wind in their sails and the wide, open seas