Froggies

Dear Daniel:
So I’m out skimming the pool yesterday after work. Lately, little baby frogs by the boat load have been jumping into the pool. I don’t know where they’re coming from or who told them that we’re open for business but we’ve had a sudden influx of them. It’s very sad because they jump in without the slightest idea of how to jump out. Or perhaps they all get together and decide to conduct a mass suicide, I just don’t know. Every afternoon I find them all floating, face up, dead, like only frogs can be...with their little feet pointing skyward looking for the great giant frog in the sky. Yesterday, there were six of them, drowned and pale...but...alas, there was one little tiny baby hanging onto the shallow end rope, very much alive. I could hardly believe my eyes...there he was holding on for dear life, surrounded by his dead buddies...his tiny little feet wrapped around the rope. I have no idea how long he was holding on but judging by the death all around him, it was a long time. I got the net and tried to fish him out. At first, he fought me...would not tear his claws away from the rope. But, I spoke softly to him (I actually did) and prodded him into the net. I shook the net out over the grass and damned if he didn’t hop right off. It was a beautiful moment. I saved his little, slimy life. And the moral of the story? No matter how small and ugly you may be, if you hang on long enough...someone may just throw you a life line. The end.