Timmy the Tadpole (a letter "T" story)
Timmy the tadpole lived in a tepid tank, near a town named Tushka. Timmy was thrilled to talk as he twiddled and tumbled in the tank.
Timmy talked to the minnows. He talked to the turtles. He even talked to the lily pads, (which never talked back)!
His thoughts were usually on Tommy and Tony, his two big brothers, who took him into the sunshine first thing every noon time.
Timmy knew he was a tadpole, and so.... a tad different than Tommy or Tony, or Daddy and Mommy. Because they all had toes!
Timmy was a tender young tadpole, with tremendous intentions for when his toes took shape! Tommy and Tony, and Daddy and Mommy all said his toes would transform his life, with time then spent taking trips onto the ground.... when he was a big toad!
That triumphant time could not take place too soon for Timmy!
He planned to hop and trot. He would skip and thump! He would kick and trip! He would... well Timmy just knew that he was intended for thrills when he finally had toes!
One day when waking... after taking a nap, Timmy felt tiny, tantalizing, tentative... bumps on his body!
Timmy tirelessly swam at top speed to where Tommy and Tony were taking turns hopping on and off a fallen tree, to tell them what had taken place!
"My toes!" Timmy told Tommy and Tony. "My toes are taking shape!"
This was a tremendous day to be a tadpole!
