The Blackpool saga

Swimming, swimming, normality, normality. What could go wrong in the life of a normal tadpole? George the tadpole had a fast-paced life, at least fast-paced for a tadpole. He was in the toughest tadpole gang in the pond, they didn't have a name. Tadpole gangs rarely have names that are translatable into English, but this particular gang didn't have a name anyway.
"Hey George! Have you heard about all the strikes and riots at the south end of the pond?"
It was Stomp, that was his nickname, nobody knew why he was called Stomp, he just was.
"No. Why?"
"Well, from what I hear they're all jumping out of the pond into glasses of water."
"Really? Why?"
"I dunno, but me and the rest of the gang are going down there this afternoon. You in? It'll be a laugh."
"Yeah, sure. I've got nothing else doing."
So George and the tough tadpole gang, as I'm going to call them for the sake of recognition, went down to the south end of the pond and joined the queue.
But someone moved the glass of water.
It was George's turn to jump, he took a swimming jump and..
"Arrgggghhhhh!!!! What's that brick doing there? Uhoh."
SPLAT!!!
George was now a flat tadpole.

Dear George, began the letter. Although this is a normal way for a letter to start, I thought I'd just point out that it was a letter. Now that you are a flat tadpole, we as a rare species, thought that we'd write to you to update you on the many events taking place this month in honour of flat tadpoles. If you would care to come to our meeting, we will be glad to inform you more on the subject. The first trip out will be to Blackpool, in honour of the first flat tadpole who originated from there. In our meeting we will be discussing ways to get there. Hope to see you there, yours sincerely Claire, flat tadpole union president. George decided to go along to the meeting, for no other reason than he was still a bit shaken up, a complete lifestyle change was not what he had been expecting when he got up that morning. So whilst the rest of his gang was still swimming happily in the pond, he wandered along to the meeting.
"Why don't we sell lemonade at street corners?"
The meeting had already began when he got there.
"Everybody likes lemonade, we could make that healthy still stuff that actually looks yellow."
"Yeah," said someone else, "we could even have lemon bits in it to prove that it had been made with real lemons."
"No we couldn't, I hate bits in drinks, that's why I couldn't drink the oringina at that tadpole convention last month."
"Ah, George, glad to see that you could make it." The flat tadpole who he asuamed was Claire spoke up, the two arguing tadpoles fell silent. "We have decided that the best form of transport to get there is by helicopter. We are now discussing ways of raising the money. Please take a seat. Do you have any suggestions?"
"Erm, we could steal one." George had never been a very law abiding tadpole, but in his gang in the pond he had fitted in, here everyone just stared at him.
"Well," said another tadpole after a lengthy silence, "I suppose we could if we couldn't get enough money from selling lemonade. Nobody would know, I mean who's going to ID a flat tadpole?"
"That's a good point," Said Claire, "even in this day and age, humans still do not recognize flat tadpoles as a species, they still think that we are just tadpoles that are dead. The world is just not as liberal as it likes to think it is."
So that's what they did, they stole the helicopter from a very confused helicopter owner and flew to Blackpool. There they carried out there plan to cover Blackpool tower so that the people at the top couldn't see out.
"It's a bit windy up here." Said George.
"Yeah, but it's tradition, we do this every year." Said another tadpole who's name, George discovered was Stan.
"So what's the deal with covering the tower, surely it'd be more fun going on the pleasure beach or something?"
"We have to do this, it's what the very first flat tadpole did to prove his worth. But you've got to admit, you get a good view from up here."
"That's true, I think I can see the house where my pond was from up here. But look, can I get a stick of rock afterwards?"
"I don't see why not. But you'd better ask Claire, it's up to her."
But before George could ask there was a siren and a whirring noise close to his ear. The noise spoke.
"This is the police, you all are under arrest for stealing a helicopter. Every one of you flat tadpoles have the right to remain silent, do you understand?"
Flat tadpoles had at last got the recognition that they deserved, sure, they had got arrested in the progress. But what revolutionary hadn't?

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