My New Friend
Today down at the pool I met the fine acquaintance of a little frog intent on committing suicide. He was floating along in the water, when I, his miraculous guardian angel, lifted him out with my hand to the safety of the surrounding brick. I see plenty of dead frogs in the pool and the spa, because once they jump in there is nothing for them to leverage themselves against to jump out.
I examine and admire him for a bit, considering that a little frog like him would be best named Ted. And then, what do you know, he jumps back in again!
Thinking that he might only be a baby frog who doesn't know any better, a specimen Darwinian instinct forgot, I simply sighed and lifted him back out.
I'm sure you can guess that sure as anything, he jumped back in again. By this point I was getting a bit tired of his tricks so I lifted him out yet again, place him further away from the edge, and watched to make sure he hopped in the opposite direction. Then I continued my novel full of lust, betrayal, and archaeology. (The Egyptologist, by Arthur Phillips)
About five minutes later my shoulder screamed that they had had quite enough sun that day, thank you very much, so I began my retreat from aqua-paradise. You can imagine how 'shocked! shocked I tell you!' I was to find, as I dried off my *cough* newly bronzed skin, the same little bugger of a frog fall from the folds of my towel. He quickly hopped away, obviously fearing my wrath at having become an amphibian peep show, but nonetheless I caught up with the bastard. After a stern scolding, I set him on his way near a palm tree, only to find the rest of the pool staring at me.
I examine and admire him for a bit, considering that a little frog like him would be best named Ted. And then, what do you know, he jumps back in again!
Thinking that he might only be a baby frog who doesn't know any better, a specimen Darwinian instinct forgot, I simply sighed and lifted him back out.
I'm sure you can guess that sure as anything, he jumped back in again. By this point I was getting a bit tired of his tricks so I lifted him out yet again, place him further away from the edge, and watched to make sure he hopped in the opposite direction. Then I continued my novel full of lust, betrayal, and archaeology. (The Egyptologist, by Arthur Phillips)
About five minutes later my shoulder screamed that they had had quite enough sun that day, thank you very much, so I began my retreat from aqua-paradise. You can imagine how 'shocked! shocked I tell you!' I was to find, as I dried off my *cough* newly bronzed skin, the same little bugger of a frog fall from the folds of my towel. He quickly hopped away, obviously fearing my wrath at having become an amphibian peep show, but nonetheless I caught up with the bastard. After a stern scolding, I set him on his way near a palm tree, only to find the rest of the pool staring at me.