The Summer Residents

The afternoon sun had dried up the morning rain and it was steamy hot.   Down at the pond Big Magda was holding court as usual. All around the banks of the pond the soil seemed to be quivering restlessly. A thousand tiny froglets were scuttling and hopping to and fro, under the watchful eyesContinue reading “The Summer Residents”

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