IT'S RAINING FROGS!

Beaver couldn't go much further.

"It's going to rain frogs! ´ Beaver said to Prairie Dog.

"Yes that is queer, it's worse than the fish that came down last year."

Prairie Dog remembered when

the fish fell out of the sky,

and landed all around him,

one fish almost clobbered him!

It was to the raptors’s delight,

all of them: vultures, hawks, falcons and more.

the fish were fresh, carried by a tornado

from a recent storm, and dropped with

the rain in the settling wind.

Now long since later,

Beaver looked to the sky

Beaver then looked down at Prairie Dog,

"You should probably go back to your den. I'm headed back to my creek's damm."

Prairie Dog looked at the horizon. "Yes, you're right b

Beaver; we'll search for Otter tomorrow, once the eagles have chased away those disgusting vultures, eating on those sad but nasty frogs' decay." As prairie dog looked over, he realized he was talking to himself.

Beaver had already scampered away. Praire dog waited on top of his mound

watchng in the distance where the frogs

rained down.

It would be awhile before they reached him.

he surmised, they were still at least a mile away.

Watching them approach was almost mesmerizing.

Prairie dog jumped straight up in the air. A voice behind him gave him a scare! "Oh my, oh my! What are you doing here?" We've been looking for you everywhere!" “Not now my little friend,

the frogs are starting to land! Now go down in your den!!

I will run to the old hollow trunk tree!

I’ll be back after the storm,

then we will speak!”