After yesterday's fog had settled down a bit,
I like to imagine this is what happened to it - that it became
lovely crystalline ornaments on flowers and grasses.
I was walking across the lawn at the IMA 100 Acres
when I saw what looked like a dried brown leaf
in the grass. I stopped to take a look because
the leaf looked as though it had legs.
My suspicions aroused, I stopped to check
and found the leaf to be this brown toad.
Poor guy, he was doing such a good job
of being a leaf that I'd almost squashed him
into his next life.
3 comments:
Oooh, sparkly jewels and a nice warty toad. This is getting very Harry Potterish, Speedway.
Yeah ... The scar's been twinging. A male co-worker told me to say that I speak Parseltounge and to never, ever, tell anyone I "speak Snake -- fluently."
Is "parseltounge" the peculiar argot exclusive to UPS agents and delivery men>
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