Once, not too very long ago, there lived a little frog who never looked up at the sky. Oh, he had glanced at it, from time to time, but there had never been anything to see. The swamp in which he lived was a gray and rainy place and the sky overhead was just a blanket of dismal clouds that spat rain down at him, day or night.
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More of Little Netha's favorite bedtime story. )
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I'm sure he'd be interested in frogs having babies though!
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