Laying there in the soft sand, the sun beating down on his bare skin, he couldn’t help feel the powerof the sun. He had liberally smeared his upper torso with suncream, to the point where he now looked like a ghost. He enjoyed the feel of the suns warmth but he was adamant he wasn’t going to end up with sunburn. Not this time.
This was a far cry from the dark, dingy rainy streets of London, where he had lived most of his life. He worked hard and this was now his reward. It had been a bit of a chore to find the right Island to buy, but he’d found one eventually and now he was content to live out the rest of his life in the sun.
Just then, he woke up. Someone was standing over him, blocking the sun. An affablevoice said, “Are you OK?”
“Erm, yes I’m OK, I just fell asleep.” It was a sunny day on Brighton beach but the wind still made it too cold to lay out in without something to block the wind.
The fellow still stood there hovering over him.
“Look, I’m sorry but you’ll have to move, this is my spot, you see. I’m the Punch and Judy man and this is where I set up my show.”
“Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t know.” He got up and walked carefully over the cobbled beach back to his bed and breakfast. As he crossed the road, he couldn’t help think about the lovely feeling he’d had, laying on his own private island somewhere in the Caribbean. “Well, I can dream, can’t I?” he thought to himself.
I am not going to pass on this challenge this time, because this is the third one I’ve done in the past couple of days and I don’t want to be a nuisance.
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King Triton’s birthday was fast approaching and he did not want to think about it. Four thousand years was a long time to be alive, but he knew he wasn’t immortal like the Gods, he would one day wither and die, and so every birthday was like the ticking of his own personal death clock.
He also didn’t know what he wanted as a present. Not another one of those concerts that his daughters loved to put on for him. They enjoyed singing but he didn’t have the heart to tell them that they actually sounded dreadful. He’d heard seagulls that could carry a tune better.
He was chairing another meeting to discuss the problem of the seas getting hotter when he had the idea. His prime minister, an old bottle-nosed dolphin called Flipper, was in the middle of a speech.
“We have sent uncountable delegations to the humans to tell them to quit pouring chemical after chemical into our oceans, but they have continued despite our warnings….”
“That’s It!” Interrupted the King. “That’s what I want for my Birthday, an end to all the pollution.”
The Prime Minister rolled his eyes. He was a dedicated public servant who had spent his youth working undercover with the humans and knew them better than anybody. It was that experience that had caused him to be elected Prime Minister. He knew that it wasn’t as simple as ‘wanting an end to pollution’. There were many humans that also desired that wish, but they were outnumbered by those who put money and profits before nature.
Patiently he said “Very good, your Majesty. I have been working to achieve that. It’s not as simple as that, I’m afraid.”
The King stood up from the table. “I will ask Poseidon. I haven’t bothered him for aeons and he owes me a favour or two. I helped wipe out Atlantis for him when he asked me to. He owes me Big Time!”
The King walked up the steps to the Temple, he felt a little guilty because he hadn’t been as devoted as he should have. This was his first visit for a while. The golden statue of Poseidon stood on it’s plinth at the far end of the temple. It towered above even him.
“Oh Eternal Poseidon, God of the Sea, here my words and come to me.”
He felt the power and awe overwhelm him as the God’s presence entered the room.
“What is it my child? Long have you let me slumber and I am grateful for it, speak and I will grant thy wish.”
The voice echoed and boomed around the white marble halls decorated with coral, scallop shells, pearls and other treasures of the deepest oceans.
“I wish an end to this pollution, Oh Powerful God. It is my birthday and I desire this above all things.”
“Consider it done Triton. This will be my Birthday present to you.”
The Gods presence departed and then the great freeze started.
Poseidon caused the worlds oceans to freeze. The sea creatures survived by diving deep into the under water caverns. There were enough pockets of oxygen in those deep caverns to keep the dolphins and other air breathing sea animals alive.
The great freeze lasted just long enough for the humans to be wiped out. Then the sea thawed and returned to normal and without the humans, there was no more pollution.
King Triton was aghast at the devastation that Poseidon had wrought.
“Oh God, why did you destroy the human race? I only wanted an end to pollution.”
“I have granted your wish, Triton. Be more careful what you wish for. You wanted an end to pollution and destroying the humans was the only way.”