Free Willy and the Ompha Lumpas
In the land far beyond the imagination there is a lake of crystal clear water. It is as clear as it is deep, and one can see 60,000 fathoms to the very bottom of the sea bed. It is sweet and thirst-quenching, one will be restored and revitalised upon the smallest sip of it. One's eyes will brighten and one's eyes light up, and the hair will gain a beautiful shine. It is like the legendary fountain of youth, but on a must greater scale.
In this lake lives a baby whale, and a horde of Ompha Lumpas. They specialise in making corals, of every conceivable colour – red, blue and green. The corals sparkle and scintillate, spiralling in the sunlight which penetrates the depths of the crystal clear lake. Its tranquillity paralleled only by its pristine picturesque state, like an oil painting hung by the fireplace. Swans glide the surface of the lake, their red flippers paddling gently underwater – Ducks fly in formation overhead, while flashes of silver and crimson dart quickly in the blue, blue water.
The Ompha Lumpas harvest oil from the skin of the baby whale, serving a twofold purpose – to make their special ingredient for the sweet of everlasting taste, and to ensure that the baby whale does not suffocate to death from the oil it generates – for it breathes the oxygenated water through its skin. Palm trees rock gently in the breeze by the lake, where it is everdawn, and parrots chitterchatter away in the lush dark green foliage of the canopy and an ever bubbling stream runs softly into the edge of the pool.
Oh baby don't you know what that's worth? Oooh heaven is a place on Earth. Surely you can see what's that's worth? Oooh heaven is a place on Earth.
Oooh heaven is a place on Earth.