Lessons in Mud

January 29th, 2017

On the right side of the road, at the south east side of the bridge, whenever it rained, a deep puddle formed and soon became full of pollywogs. Walking home from school, I would stop before I crossed the bridge because I wanted to see the first pollywog. tadpolespollywog-picture-id184104661First they grew little legs, then the tail dropped off. At each stage I gathered some in a tin can and took them home to show my brother. We wanted to watch them turn into frogs. We observed, we wondered and I suppose that in truth we tormented them until they hopped away. In the meantime the little pond was drying up; the polliwogs fought for the shrinking space. If they turned into frogs, they were saved; if not, they died in the mud.