Under the sea 教學設計

i do hope you could witness them with your eyes.and most importantly，you should learn from us—“work as a team”！
in the name of the baleen whale
i was a pitiful baleen whale. i once lived in the southeastern ocean of australia. at the beginning of the 20th century，a misfortune did fall upon me.to my great sorrow，i was cornered and killed by the whalers with the help of another kind of whale called killer whales.
on that day，i was found by a killer whale called old tom nearby.he quickly threw himself out of the water and crashed down again.as soon as the whalers saw this and headed out to the hunt，he swam by the boat，showing them the way.usually the killers work as a team—a pack of about six of them.some threw themselves on top of my blow－hole to stop me breathing.and those others stopped me fleeing out to sea.at last，i was worn out and had no luck.i was badly wounded by a harpoon.i did nothing wrong.why did they want to kill me？later，i was dragged down into the depths of the sea，having had my lips and tongue eaten.i was sent back to the whalers the next day.i really hated the killers.if they hadn't helped the whalers，i could have fled out to sea to enjoy my rest life.
in the name of james
i am james，a whaler.i live on the southeastern coast of australia.at the beginning of the 20th century，i was saved by old tom，a killer whale.
believe it or not，the killer whales can not only help us hunt but also save people when they are in danger.one day，old tom found a baleen whale nearby，it quickly threw itself out of the water and crashed down again.as soon as we saw this and headed out to the hunt，it swam by the boat，showing us the way.usually the killers work as a team—a pack of about six of them.some threw themselves on top of the baleen whale's blow－hole to stop it breathing.and those others stopped it fleeing out to sea.at last，we succeeded in catching it.in the meantime，the killers enjoyed the lips and tongue of the baleen whale，leaving the rest of it to us the next day.
another day，i was washed off the boat.the sea was rough.the waves were carrying me further and further away.to make matters worse，i saw a shark swimming around.i was terrified of being abandoned by others and attacked by the shark.but to my surprise，old tom wouldn't let the shark near.when my companions approached me，i had been held up in the water by old tom for half an hour.
this experience left a deep impression on me.i really appreciated old tom.it was it that gave me a second life.