Honeyed Pasture but I didn't really care

@Holland  naturalist/ecologist

On the days that Huā was not plotting against her enemies, teaching her children or having complex lover's quarrels, she could often be found observing nature. Today she was doing just that as she smiled down at a small pond. Within it sat a few lilypads; a frog rested upon one or two. It was a strange creature, of whom she only knew the name in her native language. But she was charmed by its alien appearance, and most of all, the flick of its tongue to any unfortunate little bugs that passed by.