I Am Nessie
Humans think they’re so clever.
It’s amusing how such a young
species can think that they’re the only intelligent beings in their world; that
there are no other creatures or beings that can outsmart them with their
technology, their “highly-developed brains”, and their opposable thumbs. The
fault in that line of thinking is that they’re wrong. There are greater and
more intelligent creatures out there. I should know. I’m one of them.
The humans have many names for my
family and I. Water Horses, the monsters, plesiosaurs, Loch Ness Beast, etc.
“Nessie” is the particular nickname I like to go by. Over the past few
centuries, those humans who have been observant enough to catch glimpses of us
have surrounded our very existence with a shroud of mystery. For such a dense
race, these humans do love their mysteries. I must admit to being a little
flattered by such attention. It’s not every day that one becomes a legend, even
if it is to a mere subspecies.
I remember one occasion, a little
over 1,200 years ago, when one little man actually tried to put a spell on me.
From what my friends told me later, this particular human called himself “Saint
Columba,” and he had come to “save the souls of the people of Scotland.” I was
still a young pup, venturing out further than I had ever gone in the daytime.
These tiny, insignificant creatures were fascinating to me. Conveniently, there
was a human swimming not too far from my cave, so I had decided to get a closer
look so I could observe the mannerisms of this unusual creature. Just as I was
close enough to really see anything, there was suddenly this small man with a
shiny head, brandishing his hand at me and yelling something that I couldn’t
yet understand. So I swam off. (Lyons.)
You know, it can get rather boring
and monotonous at the bottom of this lake. After this incident with the saint,
my family and I devised a form of entertainment involving the humans. What fun
it would be, we said, to see what they would do if we were to ever make our
presence known. It became a game: who could cause the most dramatic of
reactions? For years, we had to wait for people to come to the lake. But then,
the humans built a hardened portal for their transportation right next to our
shore. Soon, it was easy to frighten a herd of human beings without much
movement on our part. (Staff, 2009)
Of course, we can’t be seen too
often. If we made ourselves commonly known, where would the fun be? No; at my
suggestion, my pod and I have made it a point to only make an appearance only
every so often. As for me, I prefer to target the more reputable audience. How
fun it is to appear to those humans who think of themselves as more intelligent
than the rest of their species, and to have them question their own
intelligence! (Lyons) I must confess to finding a great deal of secret pleasure
in that.
Although we always seem to have the
upper hand, these creatures have been quite innovative in their desires to
prove our existence. They seem to have even come up with a way to use bursts of
sound to find objects underwater. That is certainly creative. I must say, the
sound waves have been less than amusing for my family, as it tends to scare our
food away, one must admit that these humans are determined. (Woollaston, 2014.)
I do have to wonder, though, why they don’t trust their fancy contraptions. If
these machines work, and tell then that we’re down here, then why are there so
many who still question that fact?
My favorite, though, has been
watching many different men try to find (or create) their own proof of our
existence. The most creative and yet amusing tactic I’ve seen yet has been the
men who attached wood to a strange floating machine, and then drove it around
in the moonlight. (Martin & Boyd) Strange behavior for any species… It
seemed rather pointless. However, only a short time after they had done that,
the peaceful shores of our lake were overrun with all types of people, our
water was suddenly crowded with a great deal more sailing boats, and an amazing
amount of new netting was dragged over the bottom of the lake. Inconvenient, to
be sure, but they still have yet to find us for sure.
Over thousands of years, my noble
family has survived and thrived undetected under the waves of this sturdy
little neck of waterway. Truly, these humans must realize that we have all been
around the block a time or two, surviving and hiding to survive the most
fearsome of predators and other threats. Although their efforts are admirable,
they have no idea what they’re up against.
Humans think they’re so clever. We
shall see. This young species can’t even locate a pod of creatures like us on
the bottom of such a small lake… and they believe themselves to be the ones
with the hyper-developed intelligence complexes? Ha.
Works
Cited:
Lyons,
Stephen. “The Legend of Loch Ness.” NOVA.
WGBH Educational Foundation.
22 January, 1999. Web. 24 January, 2016.
Staff,
History.com. “Today in History: Loch Ness Monster Sighted: May 02, 1933.”
History Channel. 2009.
Web. 25 January, 2016.
Martin, D. & Boyd, A. (1999). Nessie:
The Surgeon's Photograph Exposed. Thorne
Printing.
Woollaston,
Victoria. “Has sonar finally found the Loch Ness Monster?” Daily Mail,
UK. 1 May, 2014.
Web. 25 January, 2016.
(Created as an assignment for English 2010 at USU.)