behind the post office I found a whole puddle full of
frogs
with their ugly broken little peeping mouths
like wilted flower petals.
or rotten vegetables.
liked steamed asparagus
those
useless tweaking little men.
And I stomped them, for the sheer delight.
In this case, he explained, the wayward frog evidently rolled itself into a tiny ball the size and shape of a pea, thus escaping detection during the automated sorting process. Come to find out, this is a fairly well-known phenomenon in the vegetable packing industry.
