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.

The end.