celestiality

To the boy with the frog in his hands: I nearly asked your story. I still wonder how you ended up there, on that day, with that frog nestled protectively in your palm. I wondered if you'd spent the day at the pond, exuberantly tromping through the water, diving after each amphibian as they fled in frenzy. I wondered if you were taking it home as a pet and would spend many a night telling it tales you felt were too special for human ears. I wondered if you'd take him on adventures as your trust-worthy companion and together you'd fight back swarms of wasps and mosquitoes; your most manageable foes. Or perhaps you intended to show your frog