What do you mean, I can’t step into my puddle?
Not even this little bitty part of it?
You always let me step in it before.
What’s wrong with today?
I might step on them?
I might step on what?
.
You think I might pop those bubbles?
Since when did you care about a few bubbles?
Not the bubbles?
Then what?
Oh, they’re back.
They were here last year.
The tadpoles are back.
This is two years in a row that my puddle has had tadpoles.
I can’t wait till they turn into tiny little toads and hop away.
Because if I try to drink my puddle water now it might tickle my tongue.
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