The frogs

You ever noticed the little frogs that hop across the road late at night?  Your high beams are on, it's a little wet and there hops one small froggy from one side of the road to the other.  You steer around it, hoping you are in sync with his hopping so that you don't squash him.    Where are they coming from?   I like to think they are on their way home from a friend's house.  They have just finished a rousing game of Pictionary and enjoyed a lovely supper of tea and scones - with jam and cream of course.  

There are a stack of frogs at our house.  They stick to the windows, sit in visitor's shoes and nestle into the door jam.  Unfortunately there are times when they don't move fast enough and end up a little thinner than they should...

I still haven't peeled him from the door jam.  I am hoping that he will serve as a reminder to all the other frogs that the door jam is not an ideal resting spot.