I see you sunbathing on the rocks. On my basking rock. I guess I'll just have to lay on you as well. I flop closer and closer, my blubber jiggling all over my manatee body. I overshadow you, blocking your sunlight. My sensitive whiskers brush against your face and I give you a short huff of air to wake you. You are looking up at a half-ton manatee cow. And she's going to lay here, whether you like it or not. "Wide load incoming, human. Beep beep!" I rear up, exposing my fat underbelly.