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Telling off Amphibians…not worth it.
I spotted a frog in a tree.
At the same time, she spotted me.
“This is awkward to find you up there.”
The frog rolled her eyes,”I don’t care.”
“I got here while chasing a bug.”
“So did I.” she said. ( sounding smug)
“To me, bugs are so cool!”
Frog then hissed,” You’re a real fool!”
“Sorry” I said.”Didn’t mean to be rude.”
She went on, “Bugs are just food!”
From the looks of it she had a date
She had set up a glass and a plate.
“Can’t imagine you sharing a meal.
You haven’t one single pinch of appeal.”
THEN she flipped two mean birds my way.
I almost left… but decided to stay.
She had one BIG bug up inside her glass.
The best that I could do was let it pass.
I am a Frog
I’ve thought about being a frog.
Oh, to sun myself on a log.
My tongue is sticky and long.
“Knee deep” is my favorite song.
My menus depend on nearby.
Room service is served on the fly.
Cool water protects from the sun.
Jumping makes travel more fun.
Sleeping the winter away.
Awaking on Spring’s warmest day.
Kids will squeal… such delight.
I’ll be caught for a moment, “FLASHLIGHT”.
Ancient marvel …evolution’s embrace.
I’VE even been shot into space.
In your tent with my pond nearby,
I’ll sing you a sweet lullaby.
Don’t forget really cool green webbed feet.
Yes, I’m a frog and living’s so sweet.
Hey, a hawk would be a great theme.
I will be all that I dream.
Muckapog
Once a pond a time, there was a wee brown frog known as Muckapog.
He got his name from his extraordinary brown color that resembled the mucky pond bottom more than the brilliant green meadow nearby.
The other polliwogs thought Muckapog was sooo cool. He could hide at the bottom and never be found. They all wanted to be just like him.
As the days rolled by, the polliwogs got greener and Muckapog got sassier. All the attention had gone to his head. Muckapog never used his manners and often stuck his tongue out at the “greenies”.
There came a day when the polliwogs graduated into real frogs. Their sleek, long legs, and perfectly polka-dotted bodies were a delightful sight.
Muckapog was soon forgotten when the meadows called with adventures to be had. He dared not go into the meadow. Brown did not belong there and he would be gobbled up by the first bird, if he stuck out. Now, being different was not such a treat. He began to regret having been so rude to the others.
Instead of sassy, he felt alone and afraid. None of the “greenies” wanted anything to do with him since he had been very unkind to them in those early days.
“Pssst.”
Muckapog noticed a water bug skating by his ear.
“Hey, Muckasnob!”
“That’s Muckapog please.”
“You’re not so sassy now! I’ve had my eyes on you for a while. I’ve seen your kind come and go fella. A water bug doesn’t get to be MY age, in a frog pond,without a few brains.”
“Please sir. I don’t know what to do and this water is becoming uncomfortable to me.”
“Tell ya what, Muckafee. I’ll answer your question if you’ll answer one of mine. Deal?”
“Oh yes pleeease.”
“Why is it you youngsters NEVER learn humility until it’s too late?”
“Humility?”
“Gosh,Muckaputts, humility means you consider other creatures’ feelings not just your own.”
” Well, I was very cool. I could hide the best. I didn’t care, they loved me…I was wrong, wasn’t I?”
“Exact-a-duh Muckadude! Those me and I s have got to go!”
“Thank-you. Will you help now?”
“Your answer was in your reflection, Muckypants. You aren’t more special than the others just different. You are a wood frog, my friend.”
“A wood frog?”
“Yup, Muckadunce, you belong in the woods over there. Now take a hop outta here!”
“Might I ask one more thing, sir?”
“What do I look like? Google Earth?”
“If you are telling me to be kind to others…why are YOU so rude to me?”
“I’m just a water bug, what the heck do I know?
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