On the day I buried a frog, I was already feeling sad. I put on my shoes and went outside to take a walk. I got no further than the corner of my yard when I noticed a dead frog on the road. It had been hit by a car. My sadness erupted into grief-fueled rage.
See, when I was a kid, there were tiny toads everywhere. In fact, we had to be careful not to step on them when we were playing. They were that abundant. Frogs…
