Point Of View

The cool water kept me warm on this hot summer day. I swam around the pond, going about my usual routine when something strange appeared in the water. A large piece of…who knows what came swooping down on me. I could see the legs and hands of a creature much larger than me right behind this mysterious object. Now, I admit this was a stupid decision. I decided to swim toward it. The mystery object glided closer to me. I was now in a state of panic. I had no idea what this thing was, or what it's intentions were. I was frozen in fear. It approached me, trapping me within it. It felt strange, like nothing I had ever felt before. The strange foreign object lifted me out of the water. I flopped about desperately trying to escape.  Why me, why did this have to happen to me. Out of the hundreds of fish I had to suffer through this. I won't give up. I can't give up. I kept flopping, trying to get myself out of this. I had succeeded. I felt the satisfying splash of the cold water on my scales. Never has water felt so good. I sat in the water still in shock with what had just happened. I then moved on with my life as a fish.

Life of Pi

It seems to be a very popular theory that Pi is indeed Richard Parker and the animals on the boat were humans.  However, I think differently. I believe that Pi was on a boat with an orangutan, hyena, zebra, and tiger. Though these facts are low in quantity, the quality of them may have people rethinking what they know. 

Now, at the end of the book when Pi is being interviewed. He seems bothered that the interviewers don't believe his story about him and Richard Parker. When the interviews keep saying that it is something they simply cannot believe, Pi keeps trying to convince them that it could've happened. After seeming very frustrated of not being able to get the interviewers to believe him. It seems he finally caves in and tells the human version of his journey. Pi really puts up a good argument for these interviewers. He seems very passionate about making these interviewers believe him. Why would somebody seem so dedicated to backing up their story, if there is a seemingly more interesting story that really took place? 

Another thing that makes me believe Pi and Richard Parker are separate is the fact that the animal story is so well thought out with so many little details. While the human story just seems so vague. If you take out the believability factor in both of the stories, and only keep details into account. The animal story seems to be the true one. With so much more expansion than the short human version. Pi's journey with the animals took about one hundred chapters, while the human one only took about five. Sure, if Pi had more time to explain his human story it would be a bit longer. But how much? They way he summarized it didn't even seem close to the length of a summary of the animal version. How could such a short story fit into such a long period of time? If the parts of both stories match up, what about the island and the blind man? Nothing matches up to those from the human story. 

One last thing I noticed that really convinces me the most is one thing that Pi says. Just one sentence. Pi, while on the lifeboat with Richard Parker, states that he is glad his family didn't have to suffer any of this. In the human version, the orangutan was his mother. His mother is his family, isn't she? Why would Pi say that if Orange Juice truly was his mother? If anything she was the one of the ones to suffer the most. She was decapitated and eaten. She clearly suffered. Pi certainly wouldn't forget the own beheading of his mother. If the orangutan really was his mother, he wouldn't of said that. Maybe something along the lines of, "I'm sorry my mother had to suffer through this, but thankfully my father and brother didn't." Why did he say his family had to suffer? He meant his family as a whole, including his mother. 

While this may be wrong, as there is no real answered. I believe this makes more sense. With the evidence I stated before, I have proven a point. I think that this will change the minds of many or at the very least make people think over their theory. There are so many holes in the human story. If the animal and the human story are meant to match up, where does the island, the blind man, and even the raft Pi built tie together? They don't. This is why I believe the animal story we are told is true. 

The Day The Unicorns Couldn't Play

 A/N: This is just a stupid story I'm doing. haha. It's about these squid-like creatures called Squiddles. They are fictional, of course.

It was a glorious day. The sun had just risen, and so had the Squiddles. Both young and old faced the new day with bright smiles. Cerulean, a small Squiddle, had been looking forward to this day. Today he was allowed to play with his friends and the sea unicorns! Even the candy corn shrimp! Oh, boy was he happy. "Mommy, I'm going out to play with my friends now!"  He yelled out with glee.

"Alright, be safe!" His mother echoed.  Cerulean quickly swam out of his sand house to meet up with his friend, Magenta. They both met in the sea unicorn field, both anxious about finally being able to play with them.

"Magenta!" Ceruleans playful voice called.

"Cerulean! Aren't you excited?" Magenta cheerfully giggled. Ceruleans and Magentas tentacles entwined as they gave each other a hug.

"You bet I am! Ohhh boy! This is so exciting!"

"Yeah!" Magenta looked out into the empty field "Hehe whoops! I think we were so excited we got here a little early!"

"I guess so. Let's just wait for them to come; I'm sure it won't be long." Cerulean's smiling face replied.

"Oh, gee. I hope so." Magenta sighed.  Magenta and Cerulean talked about the wonderful things they would do. They would frolic through the seaweed meadow with the sea unicorns, they would pick flowers to give, and they might even play with the candy corn shrimp! It would be a beautiful and magic day it would be! A few minutes passed, and then soon almost an hour had passed. The sea unicorns and candy corn shrimp where nowhere to be seen. Cerulean and Magenta shared disappointed glances.

“W-well I’m sure they’ll be here soon! Just a little longer, I’m sure of it!” Cerulean tried to reassure Magenta.

“Ha ha, yeah… I bet they’ll be here real soon!” Magenta shyly laughed. Another hour passed still; no sea unicorns or candy corn shrimp.

“Magenta…”

“Uh, look, Cerulean. It’s been nearly two hours. Maybe we could try again tomorrow?”

“Um…Yeah I guess we could.” Cerulean let out a sigh of disappointment.  Both Cerulean and Magenta swam away from the fields truly upset. They had been looking forward to this day for longer than they could remember. Cerulean felt tears form in his eyes. He swiftly swam into his mother’s tentacles. “Mommy, Why aren’t the unicorns out today?” Cerulean sobbed.

“O-oh, sweetie, I don’t know. I’m sure they’ll be out tomorrow. Don’t you worry,” Cerulean's mother said cradling him in her tentacles. “Everything will be ok.”  Cerulean headed to his bed. He curled up and shut his eyes. Everything will be better tomorrow, right?  He slowly drifted off to sleep.

The day was just as bright and happy as yesterday. The sun was out and everybody seemed happy. Everybody except Cerulean. He dragged himself out of bed. He went to his mother. “Mommy, I’m going to see if the sea unicorns are here today.”

“Alright sweetie, please be careful.”  His mother pulled him in for a kiss on the cheek. “And please cheer up.” With that, Cerulean headed off to the field. He had mixed emotions about this. He was anxious about seeing them, but he was also very upset. What if they weren’t there? He met up with Magenta again. The unicorns weren’t at the field. They were both disappointed, but decided it was still early and maybe they weren’t awake yet. Time flew by fast; they had been waiting for three hours. There was still no sign of the unicorns or shrimp. Magenta and Cerulean both swam away with frowns. They repeated this for days, and these days soon became weeks. The unicorns had not returned. Cerulean wept and wept.

“Magenta! I-I’m going to find Santa Claus an-and he’ll help me find all of the unicorns. I Promise!”

“Sure you will, Cerulean. Sure you will.” Magenta slowly swam away.  Cerulean sobbed and sobbed. Why hadn’t the unicorns returned? Where had they gone? This had never happened before. How strange, he thought. How odd.