“Good morning Toad” mumbled Mrs Frog with a mouthful of the rather delicious fly which she had happened upon, “how are you this morning?”
Toad shuffled alongside the pond and looked across to where Mrs Frog sat on her lily pad eating. “Good morning Mrs Frog” he replied and croaked, “you look well.”
Mrs Frog finished her fly before replying. “Indeed I am Mr Toad, thank you ” she replied “the water is cool and the flies are plentiful.”
“Good good” Toad continued, his dark eyes blinking as he scanned the ground for juicy worms. “it looks like another lovely day.”
“Oh most certainly ” said Mrs Frog. He was a handsome Toad indeed she thought to herself. “Would you like to join me for some breakfast?” she asked smiling.
“Breakfast?” Toad replied looking somewhat confused. “Breakfast with a frog?”
Mrs Frog laughed. “Mr Toad, we are not so different you and I, and it is only a spot of breakfast.”
Mr Toad was rather taken aback by the offer, he had never had breakfast with a Frog before. “I see” he replied, “I would then very much enjoy that.”
Mrs Frog jumped from her lily pad with a splash and soon hopped out of the pond to join him. Up close he was even more impressive, with his large round body, strong thick legs and such dry and bumpy skin.
Mr Toad watched Mrs Frog hop over to him. “How delightful” he thought to himself.
As Mr toad shuffled Mrs Frog hopped alongside, and they travelled together around the edge of the pond chatting, stopping occasionally to gobble a fly or share a juicy worm. Occasionally Mrs Frog would pop back into the pond for a quick dip before joining him again.
And so Mrs Frog and Mr Toad spent the morning together, and breakfast became lunch and lunch became supper. When the end of the day came Mrs Frog slipped back into the pond and Mr Toad walked off slowly back to his log.
“Same time tomorrow?” shouted Mrs Frog as she watched him walking away slowly, her heart racing just a little faster.
“Oh no I cannot” replied Mr Toad, “Tomorrow I have promised Mrs Toad that I will remain home and tend to the young toads, and I do not think she will approve.”
Mrs Frog’s heart sank.
Toad spoke once more, but Mrs Frog had disappeared below the surface of the pond and did not hear him.
“Unless of course I could perhaps pop around once they are all asleep?” he shouted.
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