Frog Story 1:
Once a year, over the period of about 36 hours, ephemereal insects float on gossamer wings, twirling and dancing through the evening sky, whirling and swirling, dodging and dancing against the lights of the garden.
Our garden toad (nicknamed Grissom, because we've been watching too much CSI and because this toad seems to be an expert on insect behaviour) came hopping out on the evening they were out and ate about 50 of them. I don't know if you've ever actually seen a toad-thing eating - not that you can really see the toad-think's tongue come out, it's more something that you can hear - but it's pretty cool!
Also, those stupid ephemeres/mayflies/flying ants whatevertheyare are super gross when they die all over the house.
The End.
Frog Story 2:
Once there was a beautiful little frog with sticky toes. She had a bit of a tummy ache, so she hopped up the back wall and into a wee pipe. She scurried down the pipe until she found herself in a small blue pond. It was dark in the pond, but the water was cool and clear.
Suddenly the sky opened.
"TYYYYYYYYYYY! There's a FROG in the TOILET!"
The little frog was a bit confused. She felt her tummy rumbling. She blinked her eyes against the brightness of the new sky.
The sky closed.
The sky opened again.
The sky closed again.
The little frog could hear muffled talking somewhere outside the sky.
"The frog is a she."
"How do you know?"
"SHE just spawned!"
The sky opened again.
The sky closed again.
"Now what do we do?"
The sky opened again.
A soft plasticky feeling hand reached from the opening in the sky and scooped the pretty little frog and her gooey mess of eggs up.
She felt like she was flying! She couldn't believe how quickly the world went past!
Suddenly, she found herself in a little garden pond full of waterlillies.
The End.
Frog Story 3:
HOP.
SPLAT.
HOP.
SPLAT.
The super-wicked-awesome sticky-toed frog thing jumped across the garden with its mighty 15-foot jumps. Its eyes were super big, its skin was super smooth, and it was just so super cute.
In a word, it was super.
The super awesome frog wasn't super smart, however, and it kept trying to jump into the front door.
The super awesome, amazing, wonderful, blonde human female picked up the super awesome frog and carried it out to the garden. She won't tell anyone, but she kind of freaked out a little bit, holding that super awesome, super cute, super jumping, super sticky-toed frog.
The End.
Once a year, over the period of about 36 hours, ephemereal insects float on gossamer wings, twirling and dancing through the evening sky, whirling and swirling, dodging and dancing against the lights of the garden.
Our garden toad (nicknamed Grissom, because we've been watching too much CSI and because this toad seems to be an expert on insect behaviour) came hopping out on the evening they were out and ate about 50 of them. I don't know if you've ever actually seen a toad-thing eating - not that you can really see the toad-think's tongue come out, it's more something that you can hear - but it's pretty cool!
Also, those stupid ephemeres/mayflies/flying ants whatevertheyare are super gross when they die all over the house.
The End.
Frog Story 2:
Once there was a beautiful little frog with sticky toes. She had a bit of a tummy ache, so she hopped up the back wall and into a wee pipe. She scurried down the pipe until she found herself in a small blue pond. It was dark in the pond, but the water was cool and clear.
Suddenly the sky opened.
"TYYYYYYYYYYY! There's a FROG in the TOILET!"
The little frog was a bit confused. She felt her tummy rumbling. She blinked her eyes against the brightness of the new sky.
The sky closed.
The sky opened again.
The sky closed again.
The little frog could hear muffled talking somewhere outside the sky.
"The frog is a she."
"How do you know?"
"SHE just spawned!"
The sky opened again.
The sky closed again.
"Now what do we do?"
The sky opened again.
A soft plasticky feeling hand reached from the opening in the sky and scooped the pretty little frog and her gooey mess of eggs up.
She felt like she was flying! She couldn't believe how quickly the world went past!
Suddenly, she found herself in a little garden pond full of waterlillies.
The End.
Frog Story 3:
HOP.
SPLAT.
HOP.
SPLAT.
The super-wicked-awesome sticky-toed frog thing jumped across the garden with its mighty 15-foot jumps. Its eyes were super big, its skin was super smooth, and it was just so super cute.
In a word, it was super.
The super awesome frog wasn't super smart, however, and it kept trying to jump into the front door.
The super awesome, amazing, wonderful, blonde human female picked up the super awesome frog and carried it out to the garden. She won't tell anyone, but she kind of freaked out a little bit, holding that super awesome, super cute, super jumping, super sticky-toed frog.
The End.
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