Wednesday, December 29, 2010

Ribbut the toad

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"Mmmmmm...marsh flies. Delicious!" Ribbut swallowed with satisfaction.
How wonderful it was to be a ribbut in Lillyboo Marsh.
Growing up, he watched as a tadpole swimming in shallow side pools in Lillyboo Marsh, as his mother would effortlessly catch marsh flies all day.It wasn't fair really. "Fish in a barrel." the elder ribbuts would say during
dinner. Lillyboo plants were sticky with nectar all year round. Marsh flies were drawn to the sweet sap and thereby drawn to ribbuts!
Ribbut's tongue grew long and strong that season and about the time his tail fell off, he was ready to snatch marsh flies from the sky. He ate his first marsh fly three Springs back and to this day it's his favorite breakfast, lunch and dinner snack. Others could keep the dragonflits and flipbeatles.They lacked the crunch and zest of a marsh fly.
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How wonderful it was to be a ribbut in Lillyboo Marsh.

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