Today my youngest daughter and I walked to the pond to count frogs and to see if we could find Todd. We found one that looked like Todd, the frog she had caught and released the day before. Todd was puffing out the loose skin under his chin and crying out for a girlfriend. Timber said, “Come on Todd, you can do it. I want to be a grandmother.”
We found three pairs of mating frogs. The female frogs were brown and the males on top were green. They sat like that for the whole time we were there. Timber said, ” They have been sitting like that for hours. They sure do take along time to make babies. How long did it take you and Papa to make me?”
“Hmm, not that long.”
We found a long gel like string of black dots close to where Todd was sitting. Maybe Todd already had a wife, and the string of eggs were his children. My daughters grandchildren.
