I am the walrus. Really. This is no joke. I need ice. My baby depends on me. His world depends on ice. Ice. Water. Clams. Alaska—have you heard of it? It’s warmed twice as fast as the rest of what you call “the nation.” We have only “the world.” Only our world. Our sea ice is shrinking. Glaciers are shrinking. The ground is melting. The sea is warming. The sea is turning acidic from your burning. Acidic enough to be dissolving baby clams. Did I mention clams? Did I mention my baby?