...cause the Seahorse was taken...

Camel by Picasso

...and there was somethin' about ridin’ one of them little ones, right beneath the surface, though you had to hold tight to them tiny ears if you didn't wanna fall way down, down, down, till you hit the sand and blurred the crystalline quiet of the bottom deep. This makes you afraid now, which is why, older, unable to travel thus, you simply shudder at the muffled hiss of that wiry little body between your fingers. That’s right. That’s when you close your eyes and wonder for the last time. Remember what it was like, child?