cullencrazay

 Fernando the frog awoke to the new night with a large yawn. After quickly surveying the area for any possible danger, he paused to listen to the voices of the lake and the area surrounding it. He heard the sound of the waters kissing the rocky shore, the melodic whistle of the wind as it rolled through the leaves high above him, and the groaning of the tree trunks under their heavy load. Unfortunately, the sound that caused him the most distress was the loudest to his ears. Far away, he could hear the croaking of dozens of other frogs, but he could never find the courage to go after them. Fernando had lived alone as long as he could remem