On the way home from work I spotted an odd shape in the road.
It was late and dark, but it caught and held my attention. When the traffic had passed, I ran out to see if my suspicions were correct.
They were: little frog!
There’s a pond about half a mile further up and, for whatever reason, it seemed to be heading away from it.
I picked it up and took it home.
My wife smiled indulgently and my children all leapt around with glee.
It was too late to take it out to the river in the backfields so it spent the night in our bathtub. I gave it an old tin box, some face flannels to hide in and some cat food to eat.
It used to hideout but was disdainful of the tinned food.
The next morning I freed it while walking the dog. It took a moment then sprung into the flowing stream.