I wondered from afar if the rock would be smooth enough to paint and draw a design to go along with my other kindness rocks around the house.
As I got closer, I noticed it glistened.
As I leaned it to pick it up, I realized with a sense of total panic that it was not a rock!
My next thought: if a woman panic-screams and her husband is mowing the yard with ear plugs in, did the woman really scream.
As I regained a sense of sanity, I noticed the hole beside him/her and wondered if he/she wintered there. My next thought was I’m sitting in front of the screen door where he has spent hours just hanging around……and then I looked again….
And he was gone….and I screamed….and the husband heard me…but he didn’t seem terribly concerned….it must have sounded similar to the spider in the bathtub scream.
I know he didn’t go far….the frog….husband continues mowing…..
EDIT: and so we get on with life…the hero says he has no idea where the frog is.
How odd and hilarious.
For some reason I’ve always thought of frogs in my yard as some sort of good omen. Probably because it happens so rarely! Make him a little frog house.
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