"I'm glad that they're gone!" the poor green frog said, favoring his left flipper that had become a target for a thrown empty can. "Those noisy creatures with their clompy feet, and their annoying laughs, they were so irritating! Things were much more quiet and peaceful before they came along."
The poor green frog's little friends sat next to him on the riverbank.
"I agree!" said a smaller yellow frog, "nobody used to come around to pollute the river with bottles and cans and half eaten ash-smelling burned meat. Bleh!"
"I agree!" said a reddish blue frog, "things were much nicer back in the old days. There wasn't anyone to drive away the juiciest flies with stinky smoke."
The poor green frog noticed a carton of something float by. It snagged itself against a branch for a while before breaking free and floating away on the current. Moments later, an empty can, not much unlike the one that had been thrown at him, followed it along.
"Phew!" the small reddish blue frog said, "I smell smoke. Those annoying creatures are around here again."
The three frogs sighed in disappointment.
"Maybe it's time for us to move further up the river where we'll find peace!" the green frog stated.
The others agreed.
So off they went, the three little friends.
They passed through hills and wide fields. They crossed dirt roads and hopped through thickets of bramble and abandoned houses covered with spiny vines. They rested on mossy stones in the evening, and feasted on various insects during the hazy days of their long voyage.
Eventually, the three friends found a quiet place further up the river and in the deep woods.
"At last!" said the green frog.
"At last!" said the others.
"Now we have peace and quiet in our own little world! Perhaps now we can find some nice female frogs, and…" the green frog started to say, when the three noticed more of those huge, noisy, and clompy creatures walking along the riverbank.
The three little frogs sighed in disappointment.
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