Amos heroically removed all the decaying amphibians from the pond - seven all told - and placed them on the bonfire pile. It being Ash Wednesday attempted to ignite the heap of brushwood and consign the remnants of our pond life to the flames. It having rained extensively on Shrove Tuesday, failed to get the whole heap aflame, just a tired smoulder on the windward side.
Eventually resorted to covering over the tiny remains with more rubbish. RIP.