Midweek the rains came like the floods and the frogs left the pond. They were hopping and creeping and stacking all over the yard and even in the shed. Could hardly put a foot outside without it squelching and squalling.
I never did see anything to match it in all my born days, no I never did. Was like a veritable plague of Egypt come again and Amos did say it was a sign of the end times as the frogs be the familiar sign of fhe false prophets who will arise at the last days foretelling the doom of the world and all that is in it.
Well it be the seventh night now and the world still be here. The frogs be back in their rightful place now but the buzzard is waiting down by the old badger site so I don't think we be out of the woods yet, not by a very long piece of string.
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