Photo Prompt © Sandra Crook
What’s happened to that pond? It was fine last time I looked.
Who broke the edges? And who messed with the middle?
There’s still a little fountain, and it’s still working, although it’s a bit wonky.
It looks like ice, but it can’t be, since it’s spring. Proper spring now. Most odd.
I shall have to sit on my haunches and squat down. Then I can peer and look more closely too. Ah, that’s much better.
There have never been fish there, but something is moving.
Lots of them in fact.
Tadpoles, my children!
‘Ribbit, ribbit, it’s me, ribbit, ribbit!’
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Thanks to Rochelle for hosting Friday Fictioneers
Genre: Hysterical Non-Fiction
Word Count: 100
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You’ve just reminded me that Spring is on its way here, Chris. I can almost touch it!
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Hoping you’re right, Tom. 😊
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man you got some are
no boom
oil spills
or taints
leading to doom
i suppose or aka assume
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They’re not wrong… 😉
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In no time at all this pond will be alive with them. New beginnings.
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New beginnings indeed. Lucky frogs! Thanks so much, Sandra.
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Haha, this is delightful
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Thanks, Robbie – just a bit of fun!
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The problem is that you have numerous followers from that “other side,” and it’s winter there! 🤣🤣💕✌😘
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Tadpole time, I used to love it!
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Spring is sprung, Chris, Ribet Ribet, … tadpoles ahoy, …🐸
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I was not expecting this wonderful twist!
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The best use of little ponds.
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The pond here would be an ice block currently. But that’s going to be wonderful.
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ah, the babies have arrived!
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That’s an intriguing image. The mess must serve some kind of useful purpose? When I was a kid, I thought tadpoles were fascinating little creatures with their wiggly tails.
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