For whatever reason, fish that fly through the air like it was water creep me out like nobody’s business — they’ve actually featured in some of my most memorable nightmares, even if they’ve done nothing more than hover. So, fish in the air: AUGH.
Whales, however? I’m filled with childlike wonder &c! I think this might be Disney’s fault. (Rewatching that segment, I’ve become increasingly convinced that it’s about the Rapture.) Or perhaps Disney just knew that flying whales is one of my ironclad story kinks. Did you think you would read that sentence ever? Good morning.