What ponders yonder by the swamp? It is I, the toad. Steven is the name.
Spring has arrived and I for one am uplifted by the explosion of greenery around me. Winter has been harsh and there weren’t as many insects around that could be lured into my mouth. With increasing starvation, my thoughts have become numb, unclear, foggy. Days and nights were interchangeable, grey. So I, Steven the Toad, was in a state of evasion.
The worst aspect of it all is that the swamp was unusable. And everyone who knows me or even goes as far as calling me a friend knows that I need the swamp to levitate. For pondering and such. Just by defying gravity’s earthly burden, my mind can leave the face of this planet.
However today, swamp season has started and with it, my nutrition and thoughts have come back. I can bless you all again with the knowledge I have gained last winter. I am not evading anymore, I am back.
So now I head back and spread my toads legs, floating in the swamp, seemingly untouched by gravity, floating. Two eyes above the surface and the stare of a mountain goat.
Who it is there, over yonder, pondering by the swamp? It is I, Steven the Toad.