Good job. Vive les grenouilles! – and I'm talking both kinds here.
We live beside a lake in central Brittany which used to resound to the croaking of scores, if not hundreds, of frogs. Today, there seem to be hardly any left. The heron spends long stretches of time, perched on one leg, hoping to find a tasty morsel.
It’s certainly true the frogs don’t have a lot to laugh about. And who could blame them, living as they do in a country of barbarians that considers their legs a delicacy?
Good job. Vive les grenouilles! – and I'm talking both kinds here.
We live beside a lake in central Brittany which used to resound to the croaking of scores, if not hundreds, of frogs. Today, there seem to be hardly any left. The heron spends long stretches of time, perched on one leg, hoping to find a tasty morsel.
It’s certainly true the frogs don’t have a lot to laugh about. And who could blame them, living as they do in a country of barbarians that considers their legs a delicacy?
This is a touching article about the lovely laughing frog. I will, however, point out that we are protecting one frog while eating his cousin's legs 🤨