It was a lovely day in Boston harbor. The tea shipment had come in and everyone was looking forward to going home and having a nice hot cup.
Suddenly, out of nowhere, a giant monster arose from the harbor and, in an English accent asked, “Might I also have a cup of tea? It’s terribly cold in this harbor and, why, I’ve even brought my own cup.” “Wha-?” mumbled the colonists, incoherently. “Stupid americans!” roared the monster. “MAKE ME SOME TEA!” With that the sea-creature rose even farther out of the harbor and lifted the tea carrying vessels up into his cup. The colonists quickly poured out the contents of the shipment and made some tea to appease the beast. Satisfied, he sunk back down into the harbor and was never seen again.
Not wanting to pay taxes on tea that was now gone, feeling disgusted by tea in general and driven slightly mad by the event, the colonists put on indian costumes, dumped everything that was left and decided to use the event to teach the Brits a lesson. Five minutes later they named the event the Boston Tea Party.
And just in case this wasn’t my longest post ever, here are some detail shots too: