You are clever, you are shit.

Australia, Taffford Bay, mid-19th century. It is one of the "transport bases" of blue whales and finvals, past the bay went then their regular route of nomads. Naturally, this location was loved by whales. But in the open sea, the whale easily left the ships, and long-range harpoon guns in humans had not yet. A rare fortune was a situation when the whale managed to drive directly into the bay - there the miserable giant was deprived of freedom of manoeuvre, and it could be quite easily captured. But the whale is not an idiot and will not go into the bay.

At the same time, the flocks of whales are followed by hungry and evil cats.

The whale loves the whale. She appreciates the whale. The whale is pure, she loves the whale. That’s the same meat for a poor dolphin. Cossacks can even attack a whale, gathered in a flock, and in principle catch it, but: this is a huge risk. A whale who feels close to death resists, like the devil himself, and part of the herd can die in an attack or seriously injured. And the Cossacks, even if they are the brutal killers of all living things in general, the super predators of the ocean, treat each other very gently and devoutly, and every death for them is a terrible drama and pain. They live for a long time, groups form on a family basis, in general - they are not interested in risking the precious lives of relatives.

And here it passes year after year. Sometimes people manage to drive a whale into the bay and kill it, sometimes a whale breaks out into the open sea and leaves. Sometimes the whale manages to stumble upon the whale and eat, sometimes the whale furiously disperses the whale gang and goes away again. And then this happens.

All the time, the cats watch people. At some point, they know what they need to do.

They are chasing whales into the bay. A bunch of whales throw on the whale and chase it from the sea into the bay; and when the whale, driven into the corner, decides to fight to the last - the whales immediately retreat. They allow people to act! Humans are not stupider than dolphins, they quickly understand what it is; and when they notice a lonely whale, which for some reason a wild zigzag approaches the bay, the whale bats immediately drop the velbots into the water. Directly around them in the water will jump squirrels, grinding their teeth; but people are not afraid of them, they know that they are allies and helpers. People kill the whale with harpoons and take a part of the carcass - and the rest are honestly left to swim in the water. Eat the dolphins! They deserve.

The next step is to take a closer look at human hunting and understand not only that humans can easily kill the most dangerous beast, but also how they do it. After that, these cattle wait until the first harpoons emerge in the whale. This is the most dangerous moment for humans: the wounded whale begins to throw, it has little to turn and break the velvet, it can still break out and go to die far into the sea, where the hell you will already pick up his body. What Do Dolphins Do? From each harpoon hangs a long thread with a float. And the squirrels begin to grab their teeth for these wires after hitting the harpoons, keeping the whale in place! The whale fighters told us that the leader of the herd, the matriarchate, began to jump out of the water, as if shouting, "Well, well, brake monkeys, let's go! We’re tanking, go in!”

This collaboration lasted at least a decade. Both sides were completely satisfied with each other. Probably, go through such a scarf for a few centuries more - and the cats would finally fit, they would shorten their mouth, appear a funny peach color, touching hanging ears and a tail ring, and they would begin to bring the whale fighters lost harpoons in their fists. But... here’s the way: big stripes are also smart. They looked at this wreath and the children of the cottage, said, "Sedna-mother, the whales are good, what is happening" - and left the shores of Taffford Bay forever, changing the centuries-old paths of their wreaths. People and chickens were overwhelmed, crushed with their heads, grabbed each other's hands with gratitude - and went in different directions to look for another luck.

But now tell me once again, my dear witnesses of the Church of Behaviorism, about the uniqueness and uniqueness of the phenomenon of human consciousness.