Friday, February 23, 2007
Frog and Toad
Frog did all the singing. Toad was rhythm. He'd stand on the stool and leap, which gleaned him attention, but Frog, from the safety of the lily pad, created an aura of sound more visual than Toad's tableaux.
They toured all the big ponds, The Palm Frond, The Croc o' Dero, Platy's Puss, etcetera, and they even headlined Tadpole's on Lake Michigan, but hopping from one body of H2O to another took its toll on the act.
"Flies taste the same wherever you go," Frog said to an up and coming peeper once. "You can catch a firefly, but lightning disappears once it's in your mouth." Frog died last month, leaving a web much bigger than the spread of his toes.
Toad spoke to that peeper too, but it was only after Frog's passing: "You don't know whether to crawl or wriggle," he said to me, "But Frog jumped!"
They toured all the big ponds, The Palm Frond, The Croc o' Dero, Platy's Puss, etcetera, and they even headlined Tadpole's on Lake Michigan, but hopping from one body of H2O to another took its toll on the act.
"Flies taste the same wherever you go," Frog said to an up and coming peeper once. "You can catch a firefly, but lightning disappears once it's in your mouth." Frog died last month, leaving a web much bigger than the spread of his toes.
Toad spoke to that peeper too, but it was only after Frog's passing: "You don't know whether to crawl or wriggle," he said to me, "But Frog jumped!"
# posted by Fredwemyss @ 2:43 AM 
