Mister Seahorse
By Eric Carle
Mr. and Mrs. Seahorse
drifted gently through the sea.
Mrs. Seahorse began to wiggle and twist,
this way and that.
“It’s time for me to lay my eggs,” she said.
“Can I help?” asked Mr. Seahorse.
“Oh, yes. Thank you!” said Mrs. Seahorse.
and she laid her eggs into a pouch
on Mr. Seahorse’e belly.
“I’ll take good care of our eggs,”
said Mr. Seahorse.
“I promise.”
As Mr. Seahorse
drifted gently through the sea,
he passed right by…
a group of trumpet fish
hidden in a patch of reeds.
But before long,
Mr. Seahorse met another fish.
“How are you, Mr. Stickleback?”
asked Mr. Seahorse.
“Delighted,” replied Mr. Stickleback.
“I just built a nest and right away
Mrs. Stickleback laid her eggs into it.
Now I am taking good care of them
until they hatch.”
“Keep up the good work,”
said Mr. Seahorse and swam on his way.
As Mr. Seahorse
drifted gently through the sea,
he passed right by…
a lionfish hidden behind a coral reef.
But before long,
Mr. Seahorse met another fish.
“How are you, Mr. Tilapia?”
asked Mr. Seahorse.
Mr. Tilapia couldn’t answer.
His mouth was full of eggs.
“I know, I know,” said Mr. Seahorse.
“Mrs. Tilapia laid her eggs.
Now you are taking good care of them
until they hatch.”
Mr. Tilapia nodded his head.
“You must be very happy,”
said Mr. Seahorse and swam on his way.
As Mr. Seahorse
drifted gently through the sea,
he passed right by…
a pair of leaf fish hidden among the seaweed.
But before long,
Mr. Seahorse met another fish.
“How are you, Mr. kurtus?”
asked Mr. Seahorse.
“Perfectly fine,” replied Mr. Kurtus.
“Mrs. Kurtus laid her eggs
and I have stuck them on my head.
Now I am taking good care of them
until they hatch. ”
“You are doing a good job,”
said Mr. Seahorse and swam on his way.
As Mr. Seahorse
drifted gently through the sea,
he passed right by…
a stonefish hidden behind a rock.
But before long,
Mr. Seahorse met another fish.
“How are you, Mr. Pipe?” asked Mr. Seahorse.
“Couldn’t be better,” replied Mr. Kurtus.
“Mrs. Pipe laid her eggs along my belly.
Now I am taking good care of them
until they hatch. ”
“You should feel proud of yourself,”
said Mr. Seahorse and swam on his way.
But before long,
Mr. Seahorse met another fish.
“How are you, Mr. Bullhead?”
asked Mr. Seahorse.
“Tip-top,” replied Mr. Bullhead.
“Mrs. bullhead laid her eggs
and the eggs hatched.
Now I am baby-sitting.”
“You are doing a fine job,”
said Mr. Seahorse and swam on his way.
The time had come for
the seahorse babies to be born.
Mr. Seahorse wiggled and twisted,
this way and that.
At last, the babies tumbled from
Mr. Seahorse’s pouch and swam away.
One baby turned around
and tried to come back into the pouch.
“Oh, no!” said Mr. Seahorse.
“I do love you, but now your are
ready to be on your own.”