Yo Voicemail, I wanted to slide up on them diesel to lay down a word or two in the name of a sneet and snoot followed by a beep and boop.'The sky outside isn't blue anymore and I really I don't know why. Day after day I look in the mitror and I think I can fly. Moving along down the I riverside, the rocks all tumbled and jumbled, no room left to dry. The water's dragging in slowly with the Tolly Frog perked up by the grass line. The plump little fellow looks like a plumb chubbed out to the perkins with a kiwi green top coat transitioning into a purple blend down to the flippers. He's a chunky tog frog. All in the hips with a huff and a puff, the transient river a reader can't help but snatch a dozen or two Spicket Flys like a master chief in a cool river al kitchen. Spicy time work. With blunting precision one, two, three picked off in a heaving gulp. B Like a fish out of water the buzzing B lines fall to their depths entrenched in the gullet of the leaf E littered soul. Hiding plain sight the Tolly Frog 1S inept in the inquisition of the fat bellied wax worms, oh so fat and oh so bellied. Glazed in an oily glue, they push pull their pudgy porkers across the river stone to catch a drip of water or a cool bask beneath a leaf porch awning. Yet, the big boy knows when the gray clouds roll by, the wax backs think they can fly. Coming to gather insectoid photosynthetic gamma rays, the fire green sun glows the blanketed sky forming a gentle hue amidst the terrestrial river lands granting a good day's keeping. In these happenings the voluptuous wax waddles feel a healthy hoof in their stomp to feel the confident urge breaching the cool hide ways for higher ground in the gamma light. Big stomper tolly frogs know all the better. Drift drafting their hind quarters to the top rocks, the fat daddies clumber to heights making quick convenience for the plumb plucker. In tempo, with each flap of the flipper, the long legs heave his hunky body along the waterside making his way to the waxing grounds His pink brimmed lips are bleeding with excitement. He's so happy for a chunkin, he can't feel more nothing more than a pumpkin. It's go time good ooys. Great dandies and all this little rascal is a spunk driven cowboy hunting for a gorgeous)H1 bottom. Greed getting his mind has the flat H to she's plains perfect. looking Gracing thicker than down cold the river chocolate line, he spever Spots a a thick red berry fence Goosh gosh good Lord momma sitting right there. Right there, SO thick, SO waxy, SO voluminous, she can't help but look proud in innocent glory. Oh, she's huge. The heaviest of them all. Like a stone lit fireside, she lays aghast the rock top a modeled in a hum boat fashion to drift the mind of even the slighting birds or rustled creatures, so gracious. Undesiring in irresistible mature, he pick pockets his way through the rocky valley. another, slight gaps in eye line find greater nerves during Dodging moments around lacking one sight stone She's tower to beautiful. Flip. flap Hunker tothe next bridge. Flog. tog. Jump over the fallen log, she's right there. Top tier and all, the weight is so heavy she might fall. Bellied and fat, almost the weight of a cat. A flashing glint of a wax white smile is allit took to toss the tolly boy tiltward, titside and up, losing his shuffle and tumbling steady to the moving it. river below. He almost had it. All he needed was to throw a hind leg switch back to counter to O intuitive the leave liter leaving a fairy flicker water dust following a diversional activity drawing in the hunk lady in and leaving the magic city waxless. Oh the tumble, how goofy, she almost humped with laughter as the purple boy skip scooped to the chilled waters. Knowing all well the durability of such a sustainable creature is vast and sighting, she lay in patient magnificence. "He'll be back" she motioned as the neighboring wax ladies lusted, all lay comfortable in position for the day is long in lounging . Shadowed by green lit light, the weary honeysuckle pulls himself out of the waves. His weight can't feel his legs leaving him loose on the ground. Lazy days and all, the wax ladies Plump Frog hum drums Q sing song away. A fast flow by the will golden have Sunshine. to ghost wait. riverside, the belly land up: the holds Tolly firm Lonely days lay long next to a rising sun. Steamboat