The frogs and toads, my friends, have been in hibernation. Their entire make-up says that no handsome princes or beautiful princesses are out and about in the wicked heat. It tells them that the beautiful people only visit the out-of-doors in the summer when the rains cool down the sweltering skies. As we all, being intelligent folks, know, frogs and toads are in perpetual search for their soul mate. The person who will one day pick them up and plant a nice big smackeroo on their little froggy lips, thereby enabling them to complete their final metamorphous from amoeba-tadpole-frog/toad to prince/princess. Ergo – rain equals the arrival of a bevy of hopeful long-jumping, fly-eating caecilians.
So, folks, you have a job before you. Have some compassion, some feeling for your fellow amphibians. Do the right thing! Pick up a greenie and lay one on it!
Imagining the possibilities,
Peggy
