A frog has moved into my neighbourhood along with a two storm birds.
So I'm wondering what happens when some developer up the road starts up the bulldozer to turn farms into a housing estate on a road that can't cope with the traffic already?
Ah, the human touch.
Rain. Humans.
Frogs. Frogs.
Croak. Croak.
We don't let each other sing - so what the heck are singing frogs in this equation?
When was the last time you saw a film which summed up the human touch?
Have you ever seen Jean de Florette?
Inspire a frog to sing? Bah! Frogs don't sing, do they? You might like the sequel Manon des Sources.