A great philosopher once said, "It's not easy being green."
How right he was.
Freddy was a frog. Not an exotic, poisonous, strangely striped blue and orange neon frog, but rather a plain green frog. Poor Freddy was quite a bright green, in fact, which was not to his advantage. For Freddy was that most curious of creatures, a frog with an unquenchable wanderlust. In a world dominated by much larger creatures than the humble green frog, wanderlust is a trait best served by the addition of a good suit of armour. Alas, Freddy lacked a good suit of armour.
Yet Freddy persisted. Despite a seemingly endless series of accidents and setbacks, catastrophes and calamities, he kept coming back for more.
This day was no different.
Freddy waited by the freeway, while car after car zoomed by. Red cars. Blue cars. Yellow cars. Each one with tyres as black as the night, and twice as deadly. Each new vehicle seemed faster than the one before. Yet brave, persistent Freddy did not flinch. His eyes remained firmly fixed on the grass verge beyond the wide, forbidding tarmac.
Something told Freddy that now was the time to go. He burst forward into a gap barely wide enough to accommodate a small tadpole. A blue car was closing fast from his right foot side. Hurry! Forward again! Then a red car appeared from the left, looming seemingly from nowhere. No gap lay ahead, and none behind. Freddy froze in his tracks, hoping for some sight of free road ahead before it was too late.
Could this be the end for our hero after only one very short prologue?
Would a gap appear to save poor, brave, persistent Freddy the bright green frog??
Can the authors recover and produce a serious word count in the days to come???
These questions may or may not be answered in tomorrow's first proper chapter of... CLIFFHANGER.
Posted by David at November 1, 2003 10:13 AM