My boy found a teeny weeny frog in the garden today. He put it in his bucket and brought it indoors to show me and his Daddy. He then asked if the frog could live with us. I said no, perhaps the frog would like it better outside in his own house and near his family. I was assured that he was a very clean frog, would be no bother, and could eat any bugs and flies that came into the house. Eventually, we asked the frog what he would like to do and he croaked, and it's quite remarkable how they can speak when they want to, that he would like to be in the garden with his family. We let him go and he hopped off to frolic with the other frogs.
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