March 6th, 2007
The toad trembled on the highest branch of the tallest tree in the forest, nibbling the moss that grew there.
He’d eaten all the moss except for a few last patches, and only now realized where he was, as the last mouthful sat half-chewed in his jaws.
“How did I get here, just feet from clouds? All my brothers and sisters are far below and I can’t even see them. I don’t even remember climbing this high. How am I going to get down?”
Just then he noticed an ant on a leaf nearby.
“Ant,” said the toad, “Can you help me?”
“If I can,” said the ant, “But I don’t know why I’m here myself. All I know is I was hungry and followed the tree’s tasty leaves to the top. I’m too scared to crawl back. Maybe we can work together to get down.”
The toad flicked his tongue and ate the ant.
“I think I will live here from now on,” said the Toad.
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