As the nefarious sun swept down across the puddles, about two thousand tadpoles swam along, each one a tiny piece of shark bait. In a few hours all would be lost.
Or not? The sunlight hadn't reckoned with a beanie clad avenger with a kitchen strainer of steel. And a jug of sink water. Each of the tadpoles facepalmed as they waited to see what would happen next. Yes I know they don't have hands. It's a story, shut up.
The poor beasties were inches from total annihilation...
Hello 8)... don't be scared, a creeper has come to rescue thee.
Here we go! The little suckers wigged out at the clean water. Some animals got no taste srsly.
That's like. 30 of them... omg.
They reallly didn't like the sinkwater so I took the first batch and river-tossed them. Still got a ton of 'em though. Onward to phase 2.
Used some of their own water this time. Needless to say, there's over 9000 in this container. I couldn't even stick the strainer in without picking up as many as I dropped.
I wonder if I can transmute these into orcas.
I know, I know. Who wears a beanie in 90 degree heat? Well, I can think of one other person.
Here's the river in question. I almost fell in, of course.
Go little tadpoles 8\ don't get eaten by river fishies nao.
Yatta!
The end. Failsuke, you were there in spirit... and Linda... I saw that huge moth on my shoulder 8|;;;;