The Froggy Chorus

In light of the two last nasty posts, I thought I could behave myself today....:-)

Surely that is not just one frog. I open one eye and lift my head from the pillow. I imagine an army of fat frogs taking refuge in our neighbor’s pond. It had begun innocently enough with one or two gentle croaks, a country lullaby. Then it was two maybe three accompanying croaks quickly escalating to a full blown chorus. I imagine the croak filling up the lumpy frog’s entire body and lifting to the sky, a bubble flying to the heavens. The voices are all baritone. Does one audition for the frog chorus? What becomes of the frog with the tenor voice? I hear a cricket or two gleefully adding to this orchestra. Is that a mosquito humming the tune? Just as quickly as it began it all stops with a dramatic halt. One cricket gives a last feeble note and the night is lost in silence. I imagine the frogs’ bowing before their audience and making a slippery, silent exit into the stagnant waters.

Oh, well, at least it is not a baby crying.