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movo him into tha open when ha want to pieces. Perhaps he has had experience 
with a spear someplace else. 
In any event, since Remo was not interested and the grouper was in a 
twit we let him out of the pen. He swam over to the reef rocks and propped 
himself between two of them looking very wild. I took him a bit of fish 
to calm him down, but he ignored it; just lay there looking glassy-eyed. 
Suddenly he came to life again and flow about the reef as tnough he were 
possessed, dashing in and out of the holes in the rocks, scattering fish in 
every direction. But he wasn’t trying to catch anything. In a couple of 
minutes he settled down and was as placid and friendly as before, taking 
food and allowing us to pat him and tickle his scales. In some ways fish 
are as strange as people* 
In the afternoon I checked the cleaner shrimp with the squirrel and the 
small grouper. Nothing going on. The big grouper was friendly still, so 
I opened the pen door a crack and led him in with a piece of fish. When 
I closed the door again he hung there in the water completely complacent 
behind the wire, eyeing me as though he wondered what the devil I was up 
to now, but not being too concerned. Within five minutes he settled down 
by the cleaner shrimp and got himself a good cleaning. The shrimp did not 
go into his mouth, but worked around his eyeballs, poked its arms into his 
nostrils, and gave him very careful attention. Tom and I moved tha cement 
diffuser anchor blocks and had the diffuser in position and were about to 
