One of
the earliest frogs with a personality was named Sir Lawrence of Long
Toes. He was a cutie, if frogs can be cute, with his white belly and
extra long toes. He quickly made The Pond his home and I enjoyed his
company.
Many a
day I would find him sitting in the pot of ivy next to the bench. His head hung over the edge as I read passages from what I believe
were a few of his fave books. Wind in the Willows and the Frog
Prince, come to mind.
He was
never one to hop away when I was out and about. He sat calmly,
watching me, waiting for the odd worm I would dig up that was tossed
his way. Maybe that was the attraction. But whatever it was he has
remained a fond memory of frogs I have known.
