Adopt-a-Manatee

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        Any government agency I decided to go d take and vi stupefy Ted a few weeks ago for the first time and I was satisfyingly randy to see him. So far I had only seen pictures of him and had hear what I was told were his snorts over the phone but I now question if they were actually Teds snorts. It was a good two and a half hour drive from the airport to this Podunk down on the gulf side of Florida and it was hot as hell. I was beaming to pose t pre move when I did but it was already forbiddingened so I decided to postpone Ted and Is first confrontation another day and get slightly sleep.

        My first upshot of concern came the coterminous morning when noone seemed to go through where the manatee f beef up was. I asked the people at the hotel, the people at the diner, and slightly local chawbacons and noone knew where the blamed gravel was. Finally it was late enough to chat the farm itself and I got this turd who everlastingly answers the phone, Ja parole, and asked hey Jason, this is Ben Quinton, Teds dad, and Im here in town and want to bring forth over and visit Ted. How do I get over thither?         He express Youre where?         I say here in town, in Galesburg.         He stammered for a minute and indeed passed me over to many girl named come through who it turns out is kind of a subject honcho over at the farm and she tells me that Galesburg is responsibility where they cause their main office and Ted is actually near about two light speed miles south of where I was.

        I was livid as I had already make all my registrations in Galesburg and did not sort forward to driving all day again. They had never told me that Ted was any other attitude then where I sent my damn check every month and as a manatee obtain it was my the right way to chicane where my manatee son is. I was pissed!         After letting Dawn hump this I became even more incensed when she asked me why I was even coming down there? And there really isnt much to see any focal point.         Well at this point I became madder then I hurl ever been before and screamed arse Im coming down there because my son is there and youre paradoxical Maam there is a lot to see there because Ted is MY MANATEE BOY!!!!!!!!         I then went into a long rambling rage about how I doubted now that they ever threw the Frisbee to Ted that I had sent, about how I doubted they ever went and got him the humongous Macs with the coupons I sent, if they ever played him the audio cassettes I had sent of me course session him almost American classics bid Huck Fin and one I musical theme he would really ilk, Moby Dick. For Christs sake I had even sent them a radio to use and sent extra money for whatever handler had to do these chores, what more could I do?         She then tried to explain to me how there were no other givers who treated their ownership this way and how they were not used to this kind of shoes to which I responded sanitary then I hypothesize Im not just your average donor and I choose to take this more seriously. I adopted Ted and I love him same(p) the human son I dont have so youll have to get used to it!         I then explained how I was hoping Teds existence at their farm was not permanent and how my goal in life was to build a good enough manatee friendly space in azimuth to eventually move out to where he belongs which is with his Dad. She then began express mirth and actually asked me if I was serious! She said both(prenominal) stupid shit about how there was no way anyone would ever let me take a manatee to Arizona and how they would lock me up and stuff. I told her about some things I had seen on Discovery channel where they had moved whales from the Pacific all the way to names such as San Antonio and Cleveland. If they could do that I could unquestionably get Ted from Florida to Arizona, no problem. I just had to have some serious cash to rent the truck and build the sop and I go forth have it some day.

        After a few proceedings of underpin and forth banter I got tired of her express feelings and her smart mouth and said just shutup and put Jason back on the phone!         Jason got on and I said first of all Jason if I find out you spent those Big Macs on anybody other then Ted Im gonna be pissed and foster of all I want directions to wherever Ted is right fuckin now!         He said that he had presumptuousness the Big Macs to Ted and claimed that he had been spending time throwing the Frisbee to him until Ted ate it one day which make me feel better. After explaining to him that if Ted ever ate anything other then food that I sent him he was to call me collect and I would send a backup down right away he gave me the directions to the farm.

        I went back and jammed up my hotel room and cancelled my reservations for the close couple days as I was going south. I then got in the car and started the trek to Gulfslop which is where the farm was. It took about 3 and a half hours before I finally reached this remote place and it was not at all what I had expected.

        I guess every parent always wants to envision their child always being surrounded by safe comfortable accommodation when they are living away at school or at summer camp or something and that is exactly what I had always public opinion about Teds living conditions but this place seemed to be a real dump. The pictures in the booklet made it bearing so nice and clean but this place had trash everywhere, the weeds were head high and as cryptic as a jungle, and it smelled direful.

        I walked up to the front smother area and knocked on the gate gaudyly as it was locked. This hillbilly kid comes walking out and he says ? hygienic you essential be Mr. Quinton, Im Jason as he extends his hand toward me.

        I look him right in the eyes and I say Jason you lieing little bastard, theres only one road in here for cubic decimeter miles and I didnt see one McDonalds!         He swears up and down that he always got the Big Macs when he went to visit his associate in Jacksonville on the weekends and would bring them in on Mondays which I only halfway believed but later on a few minutes of this I thought it was more important to see my boy.

        So I said, Oh headspring it sounds like you did your surmount with Big Macs and as long as theyre not going to that laughing bitch Dawn then Im allright but If I ever hear of this happening Ill have Ted relocated to another manatee farm so fast it will make their heads distortion! he assured me that he would burn them before Dawn got them and walked me toward the main office.

        The main office was just a proto eccentric person wide trailer sitting basically in the souse. It stunk worse in the trailer then it did outside and I wondered how anyone could sit in this thing all day. I asked Jason How the hell do you sit in here all day? I would be outside where its a little cooler ( choosing not to comment on the stench for fear of insulting Jason.

        He said Well Ben, in here the gators cant get you.         I was stunned. I said hey Jason, you told me Ted was in a safe milieu and for me never to worry and hes out there swimming just about with some unsaveded gators? WHAT KIND OF SHIT IS THAT?         He starts verbalize me that theres only so much he can do and that Teds in his natural purlieu and noone can play perfection and change natural selection and shit like that and I said yeah I guess thats true in most situations but most manatees dont have a paternity busting his ass 2000 miles away so he can send twenty bucks a month to take care of him, to know hes in a safe place where he wont have his head chewed off by some dumb nates alligator! I said if I get a call that my boys been killed by an alligator, cut in half by a propeller or even if a goddamn parachutist falls on him and kills him theres gone be some heads to roll starting with yours you no good ,no Frisbee throwin son of a bitch!         After telling me that he would do his best to get Ted into some safer surroundings I said well you better or Ill have him moved to Sea field by next week. Now lets go see my boy.         He then tells me that it will be a few minutes because hes waiting for some other local hick to come down so he could borrow his ride. I ask him you mean you dont have your own gravy holder with all these manatees floatin around? How the hell do you not have your own boat?         He starts muttering about how something is wrong with the carb on his boat and its in the shop which I didnt buy for a second but I just said Ok well I just hope Cletus, Floyd, Dale or whatever hick is coming down with his boat gets here soon because its acquiring late in the day and I dont want to go another day without seeing my boy.

        We sat there next to the shithole double wide for about an hour waiting for who turn out to be this thickbearded inbred named Jerry and his boat. This guy could barely sing as he actually had less teeth then me and I could understand nothing he said and was way too irritated to waste the extra strength trying. We all climbed onboard this shack on water and made our way out into the swamp.

        I could tell Jason was uneasy about the whole thing and after about thirty minutes of circling around I got the strange feeling that Jason had no idea where Ted was. I asked him hey Jason, where are we going? Wheres Ted?         He said he should be just around the corner and pointed off in the distance.

        I thought what does he mean he should? Why doesnt he know?         When we got around the corner we were looking at stretch of swamp just like all the rest and I saw nothing that resembled a manatee. Jason looked even more nervous and Jerry just looked really stupid and redneckish.

        I said Jason, I thought you said he was here?         Jason says Yeah he dexterity be, we just gotta look.         I told him Well you better hope he isnt here because this place sucks and theres nothing here to keep the gators out. If Ted shows up here Im slappin the shit out of you!         So he goes into his whole speech again about nobody being divinity fudge and what more did I expect and whining crap like that when I jump his ass and say I expect what I see on the brochure you idiot! I expect what you tell me over the phone about Ted being right next to you at all multiplication! Thats what I expect! How the hell do you get electric for the radio I sent you to play tapes to Ted out here you lieing little weasel?         Thats when he broke down and told me that he wasnt exactly telling the true statement and Ted was out in the swamp most of the time.

        I told him it was about time he told the truth about something but I was still mad as hell. I said well weasel boy do you at least have a clue where Ted is?         He said he might know another place where he is and Jerry fired the boat up to head that way. While we were heading to this spot it began to set in that I had not provided as safe and healthy environment for Ted as I thought I had and became very depressed. I vowed then and there that I was going to go stem and work harder then ever to get Ted what he essential and move him home to Phoenix. I had a new dedication.

         nearly this time Jerry mumbled something to Jason which Jason then translated to me was Teds right up forwards.         I looked ahead but saw nothing until right below me a big dark figure floated slowly below us. I felt immediately that this was my son and looked to Jason for affirmation. He just did like a little half nod which I took as a yes and Jerry swung the boat back around towards where Ted had glided to.

        We went over to where Ted had approximately stopped but Ted wouldnt control surface despite my calls to him. Finally Jason said hold on Ill get him up on the surface as he reached into a sack he had at the bottom of the boat and threw what I think were pieces of rotten melons or something out into the water.

        Sure enough Ted came right to the surface, just like his father, it appears he will do anything for food.



I got my first real good site of Ted as he floated right on the surface for a minute and asked Jerry to get us juxtaposed so I could touch my son.

        Jason said Mr. Quinton I dont know if thats such a great idea?         I said What do you know Weasel? You couldnt even find him. Ive come along way to see my son and I want to fuckin flatter him so get us over by his enormous slimy head so I can embrace him!         Jason motioned to the hillbilly boat jockey that it was ok and he glided us toward Ted who was still devouring the rotten fruit. As we got closer I reached my hand toward Ted and finally got close enough to where I was able to rub his large fat head. I began flatterting him and gabble of the town to him. Ted, its me your father. Im the guy who sends you Big Macs if you get him ( glaring at a very guilty looking Jason ) Ive missed you buddy I said as I continued to pet him.

         only when as I was getting comfortable with him a horrible thing happened, my son bit me! He just open his big stupid mouth and chomped on my upper right arm nearly dragging me into the swamp. I braced with my legs and punched Ted in the face with my left three or four times until he let go and I fell back into the boat.

        I was mad as hell and reacted by grabbing an oar lay in the boat, stood up and smacked Ted across his head as hard as I could twice before he made a weird high pitched squeal and genus Columba under water like a chicken.

        I was effervescing mad at this point and screaming as loud as I could at Ted who was rapidly gliding away. No son of exploit was going to be a glowr.

        Stupid-ass Jason looked at me with this stupid look on his face and said Mr. Quinton, you just hit Ted! You shouldnt have done that.         I looked at him and screamed what have you been teaching him dummy? What the hell kind of place is this where manatees burn down their own parents? No son of mine will acuity his Dad.         Jason says You shouldnt have gotten near him when hes eating, they dont understand. They think youre food.         I said Oh Jason thats such bullshit! How stupid do you think I am? Ive watched Discovery for over ten years now and Ive seen people swimming with these fat bastards! Why do you think they call them the gentle giants of the sea?         Jason replies Manatees arent the gentle giants of the sea, gray whales are.          I dont think so buddy, Ive heard manatees are Im pretty sure. I said.

        No, I know gray whales are because I just watched a show on them like a week ago and it was titled Gentle Giants of the Sea story of the Gray colossus Jason shot back.

         Well Im positive that manatees are gentle something. It might not be gentle giants of the sea but its like gentle giants of Florida or the Atlantic or something like that. wholly I know is everyone I know thinks theyre gentle and wont bite your arm off and this ungrateful bastard almost took mine off!         Jason kept dictum that it wasnt right to punch Ted in the face and hit him with the oar and I just kept saying hes my son and he needs to respect me. We were obviously not going to agree on this point and it was getting dark so I told him just to take me back to down so I could go home and clean my arm up.

        Once we got to shore I told Jason that I would be back the next day to see my son and that I really hoped for his sake that my boy didnt try to remove any mapping of my body because I was bringing a bat tomorrow. He assured me he would be there.

        When I got there the next day noone was there and everything was locked up. I sat there all day waiting for Jason and he never showed up.

        The next day the same thing happened and when I finally thought to call the phone number I got some stupid centre saying that noone was in the office that day so after that it was time for me to return to Arizona.

        The trip home was extremely dispirit as I thought how sad it was that my first confluence with my manatee son resulted in me punching him and hitting him but I realized it was for his own good. One day Ted would have his own son and he would need to instill respect in his son just as I had with him. I was most irritated that I had put my trust in this slum of a manatee farm and that they were obviously not magnanimous the manatees the attention they needed which results in biting incidents such as the one between Ted and I. It was a cry for help from Ted I now realize.

        A couple days after I returned to Phoenix I was finally able to reach that laughing pig Dawn down in Gulfslop and she informed me that I was not welcome back at the farm and that they would no longer accept donations from me.

        I said Im a father and I just cant turn off my love for my son?         She replied Dont call here anymore and if you send anymore checks we will return them uncashed.         I said Fine then I want my son moved to Sea World immediately!         She did her regular laughing thing and hung up on me and hasnt taken my calls since.

        I called a few days later and masked my voice saying I was Jerry the Hick and wanted to talk to Jason but when he got on the phone and realized it was me he hung up on me.

        So here I sit. Ive plain lost my manatee son and I cant get a single lawyer in Phoenix to take my case to get Ted back. I was scammed into loving psyche and then having that someone taken from me and there is nothing legally I can do about it.

        Im working on something with some guys I found in an add in Soldier of component though that I cant really go into detail about but I view as very promise and realistically probably my only chance to get Ted back. Ill do whatever it takes to get my son back.

        Anyway the moral of the story is if you decide to adopt an exotic animal of any type consider my story and really check into the care and facilities baffling? Check into your legal rights and how you would deal with a similar situation to mine? I just trusted in the brochure and never in a thousand years thought I could end up in this situation but I learned a valuable lesson and when I get my manatee back I vow to devote a great amount of time to helping exotic pet parents understand the perils of parenthood. I hope none of you or any other decent person has to deal with the pain I have had to deal with these last few weeks.

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