That Little Frog<br />
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&nbsp;The trail was buzzing with the chorus of life in the mid morning hours, among the various bird calls and insect chirps was a rhythmic crunching sound, the sound of hiking boots on dry underbrush. This was a favorite trail of mine, had been for years, it was rarely populated by more than one or two people a day and was a great place to disappear into nature. (Little did I know just how literal I was going to take that phrase today, but let's not get