I have a pool. A beautiful pool surrounded by lush shade trees. I share my pool with anyone and everyone because I believe it is a gift too wonderful to keep to myself. With that in mind, I have had people of all ages from infants to octogenarians in my pool. I have had people of many different ethnic background in my pool - Hispanic, White, Black, Asian, etc. and even people of varying economic and education backgrounds. Once I had a 45 person strong youth group in it for the day. I am not a selfish person with my pool.
But today, I discovered that I indeed have limits as to who may be in my pool. Today I was a bit annoyed, albeit also amused, as to who dared to assume the luxury of paddling slowly around in the water.
It was a frog. A rather good-sized frog at that. And he was lazily floating along as though he was in the azure waters of the Caribbean. When I attempted to reach in with the net and scoop him up, he kicked his feet together and poof he was gone. Then he slowed back down and began to do his "ah this is the life for me" swim.
No, no, little frog. You have to go. This is NOT a pool for frogs. Yuk.
After a few minutes and with some great stealth and dexterity, I retrieved that little guy and tossed him over the bushes into the trees. But I am quite certain that as he went flying through the air that he winked at me as though to say...
"I'll be back!"
Oh dear.
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