On August 16th, 2024 in the small coastal village of Stoke-on-Sea in Old Blighty, the residents were awakened by a most curious sound. Emerging from their homes, they were met with a vision that would follow them to their dying days. For there, stranded on the beach, was none other than a small rowboat carrying what appeared to be an angry troupe of performing seals.
Now Stoke-on-Sea was no stranger to surprises bobbing ashore, being a seaside town and all. Yet never had they seen the like of this. For how did these marine mammals come to be so far from their natural habitat, and propelling themselves with such vigor towards the cliffs? The villagers looked to each other for answers, but found only raised eyebrows and shaking heads.
It was widow Prudence Fforbes, owner of the local chip shop, who took charge of the bizarre situation. With her hair still set in curlers from the night before, she fearlessly approached the seals and began inquiring as to how they had arrived and what assistance they required. Much to everyone's amazement, the lead seal responded in near-perfect English that their boat had simply experienced some engine trouble.
While the other villagers backed away slowly, Mrs. Fforbes offered the seals bed and board at her establishment until their transport situation could be sorted. And so that is how, on that otherwise unremarkable Thursday, the residents of Stoke-on-Sea came to dine alongside seven chatty pinnipeds and start the wildest weekend that little town had ever seen. The whole affair remains a mystifying marvel to this very day.