Monday, August 15, 2005

Midlife (26)

Once upon a time down by a muddy riverside there was a frog named Hermit the Schlemazel.

He was up to his neck in the mud and secretly longed for a sunny overgrown uninhabited little riverside of his own, to spend the rest of his life in solitude. But he had to watch over his spawn, swarming in the mud not aware of the slosh they were in. So he decided to wait...

And the mud around him got thicker and colder...

To the next post in the "midlife" sequence

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