"Un-frog-ettable in every way" - Linda Knight Seccaspina
There once was a time when summer evenings belonged to frogs. Before video games, cell phones, and before children whined for a charging cable; there were the glorious months of July and August. Each day some neighbourhoof kid would knock on the door and ask, “Want to go pollywogging?” Within minutes there would be a scramble for rubber boots, and an old flashlight that worked only if you…












