There was once an octopus named Read, it was a very strange name for an octopus, in fact it was a very strange name to anyone. Can you imagine being named after a word?
Read was named that way by his mother because when he was born he swam straight to the wall of their home and stared at the letters that were written there.
"You'd think he could read." Mrs. Octopus's friend Mrs. Ray had remarked with a giggle when the new mother had told her about it.
"That's what I'll call him then." His mother decided. Mrs. Octopus hated coming up with so many names and she was, after all, a very practical cephalopod.
As Read grew up he noticed that there were very many things he did that were strange. He didn't quite swim like the others and his head, though it pains me to say it, was enormously large!
He Read had the largest head off all the octopuses, and it wasn't even a large back of the head, that was found quite attractive, no, his beak was too big and hence he had lots of floppy, slimy octopus skin.
This made Read go to his mother one night.
"Mother. Why am I so different?" He asked.
His mother thought.
"We'll maybe you're meant to be different."
"How can you be meant to be differen?." He asked.
"We'll perhaps you have to do something different from the rest of us." She said.
Read thought about this day and night and finally, one night, something happened that had never happened before -to Read or any other octopus- he had a dream.
In the dream Read was swimming, but as he swam the water around him turned and spun and blotches up it became white and he gasped when all of the sudden something blew up against his face.
Read woke up with a gasp. That was it, that was what he had to do, he had to swim with the gusts and the white smoke! He had to experience that again!
To be continued in: the second tale - Part 2
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