One Magical Stream and a Bullfrog Helmet

Dear Friends,
At the end of my cul-de-sac flows a small stream. It’s a lovely sparkling thing. After a great rain storm or a generous snow melt, the stream bursts over its treelined banks. Sometimes when the spill-off is plentiful, the stream enjoys river mimicry. When it is a barren summer or dry autumn, the stream, like a magical trickle disappears. Long wild reeds and straw grasses – the kind that make eerie swooshing noises at night – quickly take over the empty gullet.

July has poured buckets of rain into the little stream. Some might even say too much. Its wet path is boisterous and bubbling. This morning while walking Rocky the Shepherd, I heard the unmistakable bellow of a mighty bullfrog. A deep throaty call leaping the imagination to a land of gigantic reptiles. I sensed the bloated amphibian squatting heavily on a warm rock. Its long sticky tongue springing forth to grab its fly by breakfast. His marble eyes so round they appear poised to roll out of his bulbous bullfrog sockets. Rocky’s ears perked up at the echoing dissonance of nature’s gong. I eased his pointy Shepherd ears back down with simple reassurance, “Rocky, it’s just a big old bullfrog croaking because he can’t bark. I can make you a bullfrog helmet if you’d like to ribbit…”

close upI wonder where the bullfrogs go when the magical stream disappears…

frog helmetThank you and goodnight. May you kiss bulbous bullfrogs and wakeup human still…
Frog Helmet created July 10, 2014 with Prisma and five cups of coffee :-)

 

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12 thoughts on “One Magical Stream and a Bullfrog Helmet

    • I love it too, along with Quint’s monologue describing the sinking of the Indianapolis…
      Truth be told, I’ve stockpiled YA/MR manuscripts over the last ten years. At some point in the near future, I’d like to resurrect a few, rewrite them and pray…
      My writing isn’t at all where I’d like it to be, but I hope as each day rolls along, I improve a bit.
      I’ve begun reading some of your posts and your prose are quite exquisite. The way you capture relationships reminds me of the glowing green light at the end of Daisy Buchanan’s dock and Jay Gatsby’s dream…
      Thank you for your kind words.
      AnnMarie :-)

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      • F. Scott is rolling over in his grave now that you’ve mentioned me in the same sentence. You convey your thoughts quite admirably. I’d buy your book.

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  1. Love it. Actually you might be just the person I’m looking for about my post on metamorphis under ME. (wise words) Could be a collaboration??? I need a butterfrog…… can’t seem to find one anywhere. :-)

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  2. Another story, another book-in-the-making! AnnMarie, have you seen Allie Brosh’s HYPERBOLE AND A HALF? (You can get it at our favorite B&N.) She’s good, but you’re just as good (I think better). Check her out to see what’s possible for you! :)

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    • Hey there Debra,
      No I’m not familiar with her work. I needed an excuse to go to B&N – thanks for providing me with a perfect alibi ;-)
      AnnMarie :-)
      Happy friday!
      Hope C-dog is feeling well :-)

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