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I see in a pond a frog jump from one lily to another to another. A frog talks in ribbits, but not to me. Covered in slime, it need not croak while it jumps. No other frogs around.*
My friend says he ran over a frog with the lawnmower, says it jumped beneath while he wasn’t looking. No need to have leaped or croaked. Should have stayed still, I said. Its ribbits covered the lawn.*
At night I dream of living from pad to pad. Unaware, until another frog sits on the next pad. So I croak and it goes away. I wake up and mow the front lawn, hearing a ribbit with each step I take.*
But when toad croaks, the frogs know it is in disguise. His voice is deep like a pond. Toad is defensive and says he was born with it. The frogs believe him until his disguise covered in slime surfaces after the accident with a blade.

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