Stone Circle he made a little whiskey for himself, said it helped pass the time

west!

ribbit, ribbit went the incessant call of an elusive treefrog, perched on a slim stalk of wall lettuce high above riley's head. the boy had first become aware of the tiny amphibian several minutes before, and had wormed his way out of the den and followed after the sound with strained, floppy ears.

how the stalk waved, with his future meal just out of reach! riley sat his plump behind down on the dirt and peered up at the bobbing stalk, entirely unaware that if he happened to push the plant, he would topple it.