- this is a story for all the friends of #frogwatch
One summer, out of nowhere, another figure appeared hiding under the busy lizzies in SPL's garden. He had bulging, golden eyes, and a shiny skin with fantastic shades of gold and chocolate brown.
"Yum," thought SPL, but as she was shy, she stayed hidden behind a flowerpot and didn't move.
The little froggie visitor had a thoughtful air about him, and SPL admired this. His quietness had a mystery that appealed to her, and made her like him more. She liked his name too – Yoda. She rolled it around on her tongue, but before she could pluck up courage to say hello, he had vanished. This became the hallmark of all their encounters. He kept disappearing before she could pluck up courage to make friends.
Meanwhile, another frog had found his way to SPL's garden. Hercules, his name was. He was massive, and moved in to the biggest hanging basket in the garden. Flipping impressive, legs like an Olympian, up and down the rockery all day, but it turns out he was too busy working out to ever notice Small Plastic Lizard. He went off to break a world record or something, and she never heard from him again.
The Frog With No Name quietly hopped in and out of frame a few times throughout that summer, although SPL knew nothing significant would ever happen between them. Nevertheless, they occasionally brushed shoulders in the barmy evenings, and this gave her something to daydream while she sunbathed in the long days.
Then, one day, a frog leapt into the garden and made a beeline straight for Small Plastic Lizard.
"Hi, Jeff. Name's Jeff. You can call me, er, Jeffo." She didn't know that his nonsensical chat was due to his totally fancying her. He made a bit of an idiot of himself. But Small Plastic Lizard really didn't mind, because he was so handsome, and famous too—a well known actor—and his bumbling ways just made her feel slightly less intimidated by his handsomeness. However, before she could reply to him, Jeff was bouncing off the walls and getting into 'method' for his upcoming role.
They did get it together. He and SPL had a thing going for a while, but it was rocky. He was a troubled and insecure frog, and played with SPL's heart, leaving her terribly sad and forlorn most of the time. In the end, Jeff's reckless ways killed him. He insisted on doing his own stunts, and one day leaped out of the hanging basket, fatally breaking his back.
Small Plastic Lizard sits alone in the garden now, wondering if she did something wrong. She wonders how many frogs she will have to kiss before she finds her prince.
Then out of the blue, amidst this reverie, an absolutely enormous lizard, Duke Gecko of Ripstop from the Bristol Kite Festival appears floating high in the sky above the garden.
What a beautiful lizard! She's heard of him, an outstanding specimen. Oh, my. Despite herself, SPL has now gone weak at her plastic knees, and her daydream has begun all over again. Can she really love again after Jeff?
Summer draws to an end, and each morning Small Plastic Lizard finds herself checking the mailbox to see if the Duke has written her any love letters yet. He's definitely that type of reptile. When she finds nothing there, she wonders if it may ever happen. Next day, one more look.
"Nothing yet," she says, and snuggles in again amongst the pansies.
{Today's Soundtrack: Sarah Vaughan - Someone to Watch Over Me}
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