The other day I discovered that something had invaded my puddle. Tiny tadpoles filled it and they were everywhere.
I wasn’t sure what would become of my puddle.
Notice I said my puddle. I had to convince those tadpoles that it was still mine and they didn’t belong there.
So I watched those tadpoles every day and I tried to talk reason into them, but it wasn’t doing any good.
I kept hoping the tadpoles would be gone, but every day when I showed up to visit my puddle they were still there.
Nothing I did seemed to do any good.
Until one day when I went to visit my puddle I found a tadpole leaving it.
And the next day when I came back I found two of them out of the water.
Now to convince the rest of them.
This one seems a little confused. I don’t think it’s sure whether it’s a tadpole or a toad.
Come on buddy. You’re a toad. You’re a toad.
The next day I was really in luck. There were four little toadies hopping around on the rocks.
They even got stuck in a crack.
And today when I went back – well – there were still some tadpoles hanging out in my puddle.
But the rocks were alive with little tiny toadies!
How many toads can you see?
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