Most of the day there were between five and seven froglets either on the edge of the pond or in the rocks around it. They made short forays into the plants, hungry after a few days of fasting while their lungs developed.
Unfortunately all this excitement and talk about exploring the garden was all a bit much for Boris, who in a fit of enthusiasm managed to throw himself over the pond edge and into the rockery. Unfortunately Boris, though a sizeable chap, is still a tadpole and doesn't have any legs yet. It could have been disastrous for Boris, but luckily a local deity was on hand to scoop him up, with a tea spoon of all things, and return him to the trug.
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