Today, I took my mother-in-law to Barnes & Noble. Along the sidewalk entrance I noticed something odd and a bit sad – a dead frog. I looked around. There was no nearby water source, unless the little frog had stopped by Friday’s for a drink. That might explain his premature demise. Maybe the little guy had a rough night, sipped one to many Mint Grasshoppers and strolled onto the blacktop, bleary-eyed. I hope he wasn’t on his way to purchase, Road Crossing for Dummies.
Once inside B&N, my hip mother-in-law downloaded some new Nook reads. I went the old-timer’s route and purchased a real book, Same Kind of Different as Me, which I’ve already started. Next, we enjoyed over-priced beverages and treats at the Café. Perhaps, the little frog had leapt a long distance and desired a refreshing Mango Smoothie.
Please remember dear friends, the many critters crossing the road this time of year. Turtles may be en route for egg laying,
Thank you and goodnight. May your dreams be filled with twirling turtles and flying frogs…
(both drawings rendered with Prisma pencil on construction paper)