[SCRIPT] Tadpole

It was a perfect day to explore Lake Wanasink Lake.
Bill called it picture perfect.
You know George. Nature photography requires skill, patience and timing.

Remember, George. To cross a log, you need exact foot placement and a keen sense of balance.
Those are tadpoles, George. (It's) A common from of pond life.
I guess a city kid like you never sees any real wild life, huh?
Hey, why don't we take some back home and observe their growth?
While collecting tadpoles, both proper net control and collecting jar placement are crucial.
Hey, how'd you like to look out for'em for me?

Do the tadpoles like the lettuce (that) I boiled for them?
Now remember, I want you to watch'em closely for me, they do some amazing things as they grow.
Keep'em safe in that bowl and they should be just fine.

And so on a gloriously sunny day George became the proud care taker of a bowl full of tadpoles.

The tadpole's bowl was small. George thought they deserved to stretch their... whatever a tadpole stretches.
And decided to let them enjoy a quick swim in a lagoon while he went to get their lunch.

Where could tadpoles be?
What would he tell Bill?

Hey George, lagoon an exploration is fascinating, isn't it?
By the way, how are my tadpoles doing? See you soon!

Time to go back to the city, George.
George hoped the tadpoles would be okay without a monkey to feed or protect them.

George look, my catapilla is in its pupal stage.
I bet kids like you never see that in the city, huh?
Hey, have my tadpoles done anything amazing yet?

Weeks went by before George returned to the lake.
George still couldn't find the tedpoles, but they had to be in the lagoon.
Unless they'd swum into the lake.
But the lake was much too big for a little monkey to swim around.

What (are) you doing, George? Checking the water level or washing your hair?
Oh, yeah. There is a lot of fish in the water's around here.
Trout, salmon, haddock.
Oh, what? Oh, of course you can borrow it. My gear is your gear.

Instead of a blur, George now saw an exciting under water world.
He couldn't believe his eyes.
<color="purple">Had he finally found his tadpoles?

Just how big is this fish (that) you're after, George?
Well, you might as well be huntin' for tadpoles.
Here you go, try this one.

George knew nothing about water beetles, except that they couldn't help him find his tadpoles.
Now this was a strange creature. It looked like a tadpole, sort of, swam like a tadpole, kind of, but it had legs, almost no tale, not like a tadpole.

Hey, George. Hey, George. My tadpoles aren't giving you any problems, are they?
Good. Bring'em over sometime for a visit, okay?

George knew that someday he'd have to tell Bill he'd lost his tadpoles, and he knew he might never see his little friends again.

Back in the city George tried to take his mind off the tadpoles.
It wasn't easy.
George could't believe it, that odd little creature was one of his tadpoles.
And he let it go.

But George we just visited the lake. We'll go back next month.
Bill said the tadpoles would grow up in the amazing ways, but how much would they grow in a whole month, and into what?

George we've been looking all over for you.
You got like eight hundred pounds of boiled lettuce?
Now George really had to get back to the lake.

But it was weeks before he could go.
Luckily George didn't see any sighs of jumbo tadpoles.
But he couldn't find his friends, either.
These loud frogs probably scared tadpoles away.
It was time for George to tell Bill he'd lost his tadpoles.

Hey, George.
That was good idea to release my tadpoles into the natural habit.
How (did) you like watching'em grow into frogs? Pretty neat huh?
Uh-huh. Just like my caterpillar changed into a butterfly. See?

The tadpoles were right here all the time. They had just been, well, growing up.
Smile George.
Before long George thought the frogs were even more fun than tedpoles.
Well most of the time.