He seemed a friendly sort of wee froggie until he looked me in the eye and said, “Kiss me and the kid gets it.”
the king frog
He believed it his destiny to be king of the world. Such is the ego of a frog in a pond. His power grew so great tasty morsels of fly flesh buzzed by him for dinner and his servants croaked in unison when he called them. He lost his crown somewhere in the shallows, but who could forget his amphibious face, his regal bearing? He had the makings of a legend and when his chance came, he would not miss it.
dill pickle frog
“Mummy, does that frog look like a dill pickle to you? Do you think it tastes like one?”
nursery pond
The undine hummed an underwater lullaby to the eggs in her care. She tucked the salamander eggs a little tighter into their cloud and dusted the settling mud from the clutches of frog eggs. Oh, she could hardly wait till they were hatched and filled her pond with happy swimming friends.
