to anyone who was listening
soon the rain began
the sound was loud and the Frog was louder
soon, two frogs were competing for each other in the torrential rain
Ethel said Fred let’s get it on
Fred said GRIBBET so loud until the rain finally subsided and Ethel was worn out
The next morning there were lots of egg sacks containing tadpoles awaiting warmer weather to fill the Henry’s pond, to welcome the Spring, to rest on their lily pads and eat the passing insects, and begin again.
Such is the cycle of life in a pond of frogs.