We caught a large, thrashing whale shark in the grand piano. In the moments preceding its death it was shocked and wide-eyed as we clamped the lid down on it hard. The more it squirmed, the further entangled in piano wire it became, and the more entangled, the harder we slammed the lid down on it to get it still enough so that would could haul the lid open wide and beat it with wooden planks. Nearly breathless, we beat it so savagely that we sprained all of our arms, using bits of wood smashed off the doors to the horse stall. The wood was thick and we could distinguish clearly in the fuss the sound the shark’s bones breaking.