frog feeds the fish
frog sits on a bench, looking at the lake. fish are swimming, waterskeeters are about, and cicadas buzz.
toad comes by after a while, whistling a disjointed little tune
frog: "aw.. you scared the fish"
toad: "they'll be back. here I brought you this" (he brings a little baggie of pellets for feeding the fish)
frog smiles and takes it.
they sit together a while.
frog: "some cicadas only come out every decade or something"
toad: "oh?"
frog: "they live most of their lives underground."
toad throws another pellet into the water and the fish break the surface in excitement.
frog: "what do you think it feels like?"
toad: "living underground?"
frog: "no, to climb up out of it"
toad thinks for a while.
toad: "it must feel like living, or maybe like dying.
either way, i'm happy to share this evening with them"
frog: "me too. but I'm getting all sweaty out here and my legs ache. let's go home."
a warm breeze makes little ripples in the lake, and the two walk home together holding hands.