“Clothes make the man.”
The Cat in The Hat* #quote
Today I found out the recipe for
water. I wonder why mother nature put so many salt preservatives in
ocean water when the recipe for normal water is so simple. It's not
like it needs it. I wonder if there's a part of the ocean where you
can get organic water without all the salt preservatives. Anyway onto
the flash fiction!
Leap Of Slimy Faith
The pond was drying to dust. Upriver a rock fell down and diverted
the stream. The tadpoles huddled in the small amount of water that
was left. Plants popped up around the pond, but these plants lived
off steady rain over the year, not the pond water. If the tadpoles
remained in this pond they would simply shrivel up and die when the
rain fails to feed the pond in time.
Though there is some ribbiting beyond the plants.
Ribbit-ribbit-ribbit. Croaks and all. The tadpoles did have legs and
developed eyes but couldn't see the source of the noise. But the
tadpoles were not old enough to last long out of the water. Were the
ribbits close? Or were they a day away? Or did they not exist at all?
Staying in the pond meant eventual death, but guaranteed life for at
least a week. If some rain came by, and that is if, then maybe even
more. The tadpoles grew frantic. All except for one. It just jumped
towards the ribbits and kept jumping and jumping, disappearing into
the plants.
After jumping for awhile on its young tadpole legs it reached
another pond. Much, much larger. This one didn't have its water
source cut off like there's. Selfish like most animals the tadpole
did not go back for the other tadpoles, as they would be competition
in future breeding cycles...but it did happily begin to wallow in the
new fresher water.
Its action did cause the other tadpoles to act when the water level
of the old pond dropped a bit more. They followed the same path as
the first tadpole and eventually they reached the new pond as well,
eventually all becoming frogs together.
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