"CROAAAK!"
It came from those tall grasses growing at Corner Cove. Much greenery had been cut back there. the carp nest area had been exposed, and it looked so bald before...but I realized it was green, lush, and there was no way now I could see the croaker calling to me.
"You've called to me several mornings now," I said in the direction of the sound. "Can I give you a name and we be friends? Do you want a specific name?" (There was a frog that for some reason wanted to be called "Baretta"!)
I waited, and I heard a short Croak.
"Just 'Croak'?" Well, since it's always been a morning call, can we make it a Morn Croak, so 'Moark'?"
I went home that day happy to have made another friend and also thinking, "My, grass and vines sure grow fast!"
(The carp in the water isn't Panda, Wavy, Kiss, Fleck, Milky, Triangle, or PolyCarp, but one of the others waiting to be named.)
