frozen frog prince

Remember the nighttime visitor? He froze. I found him out by homer’s hutch, on the limestone gravel. In the palm of my hand, he was light as a feather, stiff as a board, toe pads like brittle paper over his heart.  I showed him around to the rest of the crew, but they didn’t seem to find his corpse so moving.  I put him under the pidgeon peas, and in the morning he was gone.

RIP little man.