Ribbit!

Frog legs anyone?  I actually thought about it last night.  Bullfrog has taken up residence at the disappearing fountain out back.  Last night, it must have felt froggy because it croaked all night.  I got up twice, cut the outside light on and threw something at it (not intending to hurt it).  So here it is this afternoon; it waits, poised and ready with an almost a smug look of contentment;  ready for another night of croaking.  And speak of the devil, I hear it starting to warm up now.  Some frog legs might be pretty good after all!  Of course, I am just kidding.