Croaky the Frog

By Gerrard Wilson

My story begins one sunny summer’s afternoon, with Croaky the fog sitting on his favourite lily pad, enjoying the sun while lying in wait for a dainty morsel to catch. Watching the flies buzzing to and fro across the pond, hoping that one of them landed nearby, or at least slowed down enough, to allow him an opportunity to secure his next meal, Croaky sat perfectly still. But there were so many flies flitting around, Croaky didn’t know which of them to watch let alone catch. Then he heard a sound, a low droning buzz, quite different to the usual insect sounds that he had become accustomed to hearing. This new one was an altogether more courser sound. Tilting his head over to one side, Croaky tried to hear it clearer. It was a fly, he was quite certain of that, but so different from any that he had up until then heard. The sound grew louder and louder, so loud Croaky imagined it must be the mother of all flies coming his way. His stomach growled in anticipation of the wonderful meal heading towards him...

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lulu.com
• Release date: Sep 22, 2015
• ISBN: 9781326428365

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Croaky the Frog

Croaky the Frog

Gerrard Wilson

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Croaky and the Bluebottle

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I’m a little brown frog swimming in the water

A little brown frog doing what I oughta

Out I jump onto a lily pad

I make a splash and it makes me glad

That I’m a little brown frog...

One day long, long ago there lived a little brown frog called Croaky, who lived a happy and contented life in a small pond to the rear of an old man’s wild and neglected garden. Other than the old man, Fred was his name, no one ever ventured anyway near the pond, and this suited Croaky