Dolphinate: Science fiction

The happiest cry of the dolphinate calves sounded like a crying human child. It confused her wiring so much that she found herself running to the dolphinates when there was no need and then ignoring her own grandson when he started crying while he was playing. She had to train herself to learn each individual calf's voice, so that she could separate that cry from the cries of human children. It took a month. It was a very confused month, for her. She was grateful when her daughter went on a long vacation with the grandkids, out to one of the rare landlocked cities. By the time they came back, she had mostly overcome the tendency. But it meant that she recognized the happy cry of a calf when it went by her window in the middle of the night, at a time when the calves should all be safe and curled up in their caves in the bay nursery.


Inspiration: Screaming baby. Which is why I must go.
Story potential: Medium.
Notes: Eh.