Once upon a time there was a grown up woman who had missed out on playing with tadpoles when she was young. But she loved to sit by the pond in the pasture and dream of possibilities, and one day, she noticed clusters of frog eggs bobbing among the weeds.
“Well, that explains why the frogs were so noisy last night,” she thought.
That night, the rain poured and poured, and the next day, when she went to sit by the pond, she noticed that many of the frog egg clusters had been washed out of the pond when it over-flowed it’s banks.
Looking down at the eggs laying in the grass, she thought, “Well, that’s not going to work.”
So she scooped them up as best she could and carried them home where she put them in a bucket and sat it by the back door. And before she knew it, she had tadpoles.
As she sat next to her bucket pond by the back door, she thought about what it must be like to leave your cozy little egg and go out into a great, big wet world.
“Well, that must be scary.”
After awhile, she noticed that her tadpoles couldn’t dart around very well. Their new legs were getting in the way.
“Well, that would be pretty scary if you needed to get away from a predator,” she thought.
Soon, she noticed tiny little froglets sitting on the leaves of the plants that grew in her bucket pond. Four legs and a tiny, tiny tail.
And she wondered what it must be like to leave your lovely wet world and set off into a gigantic hot, dry world.
“Okay, that has to be terrifying.”
She decided she needed to know more about her little froglets, and their chances of survival, so she googled them.
“Good grief! In one day they go from water breathers to air breathers who will drown if they can’t get out of the water AND their whole digestive system switches from vegetarian to meat eater!”
About then is when she decided that frogs were about the bravest, most badass little amphibians out there.
But it wasn’t until she realized that they had to go through all those changes to find their voices that she fell head over heels in love with them.