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Jun. 5th, 2006

It was a perfectly fine day in a perfectly fine forest that Bertrand found the frog.

He saw it hopping almost idly across the hiking trail, and the bright green and mottled brown against the flat tan of the path caught his eye. Bertrand, being a solid fellow of somewhat philosophical bent, picked up the frog and held it up.

"Hello, dear frog," Bertrand said, admiring the bright green splotches over the frog's body. "You are a handsome fellow."

The frog stared.

"Yes, stare, indeed," Bertrand chuckled, "If it wasn't for an evolutionary freak accident, it may have been you holding me instead of the other way around!"

The frog stared.

"But here we are, Frog, surrounded by green living things, which produce chlorophyll and oxygen so that we may breathe, these natural biological things that make up life on earth, and here I am, millions of years after our species have separated on their paths of evolutionary progress, holding you, Frog."

The frog stared.

Bertrand chuckled again, a rich, self-satisfied chuckle, and let the frog back on the ground. The frog stood still for a moment, then hopped off into the tall grass. Bertrand smiled, took a deep breath of air, and started off down the trail once again.

The frog croaked loudly in the grass, and licked its eyeball. Another frog hopped out from under a log.

"Well, Xxilyhtp," the first frog said, heaving a sigh, "It doesn't appear as if they've caught on to the chlorophyll yet."

"Good thing, Nxxlhyt," the second frog commented, "We can probably get another few hundred thousand years out of them before they figure it out."

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