Free As A Frog! (Or Toad)
Today has been unusual to say the least! In previous posts whee have mentioned our dear garden friend Frogly, who whee now believe to be a toad as he seems quite big.(Any Amphibian experts out there please feel free to tell us what you think he is!)
Anyway, whee were in the garden for a quick run while it wasn’t raining when whee heard the oddest sound. Like someone slowly squeezing a doggie squeaky toy, only it was loud and actually quite scary. Whee all squeaked for our Mummy who was fetching us some cucumber just inside the house. She immediately came running but the sound was gone by the time she got to us. After checking us for life threatening injuries she conluded that she had no idea why whee had squeaked but dramatically claimed she was going to get grey hair over this. (I had a good check later and her hair is fine for anyone who was concerned!)
Then just as she stepped towards the house the sound came again. She quickly located the source, flinging open the garden gate and vanishing behind the fence. I don’t know exactly what happened only that she returned with a frightened Frogly in a flower pot and set him free in the garden. Whee know it is definitely our frog/toad/friend because he is missing a toe on his back left leg. He claims it is from when he fought in the War Of The Lilypads. Whee don’t know what a lilypad is but he says he likes them and took on a monster in his fight for a lilypad of his own. Very brave!
Whee asked Frogly what had happened and he told me in a small croak “Freedom is not all it’s cracked up to be. Not all hoomans are like the nice ones here.” Mummy put out a tray of rainwater for Frogly with lots of rocks and things to play with. He likes getting wet for some reason. Whee love hearing his stories about what it is like living wild and free. Adventures and antics under every plant. Yet for some reason I do not envy him. Nights like tonight, when the wind is blowing so fiercely I can hear it whistle down the chimmney, I am quite content to be tucked up in hay and shreaded paper. On particually cold nights Mummy mushes my piggy food nuggets in warm water to create a warm delicious paste. I feel very loved. And very safe. And I do not long for the ‘freedom’ Frogly enjoys because I am never freer than when I am with my Mummy and friend and part of this family.
What makes you feel free?