Blue Frog
I see an unusual blue frog on a blade of grass
I hear him croak loudly
I touch his rough skin
I smell the musky pond nearby
I taste the frog legs I am going to eat later
He jumps away swiftly like a flying butterfly
I follow him acting as a spy
He goes up a tree
Not realizing the eagle stalking him
I make a quick grab
I look at him and see he is very special
I try to think about eating him
But he is to unique to consume
I travel to an open field
I free him
And watch him hop away to the pond