When we were young, living on lovely Larrimore street and up to no good, we spent lots of time playing in the stream that ran past my best friend's house. One day we found a huge, enormous, sloppy lookin' frog who literally leapt several feet with a single bound! He was so big that we had to put him in a large cardboard box with a window screen as a lid - otherwise he'd leap out and hop away. Every time he jumped up to try to escape he'd leave a little spit bubble in the grid of the screen. After a very short period of deliberation, we named him Spittles (so creative, I know).
Spittles was too big for our little lives and we ended up re-releasing him back into the stream. I remember he was so big that we had to put him in a laundry basket because that was the only thing that really "fit" him.
Our friends - the same neighbors from Larrimore - sent us a picture the other day of the next generation of Spittles - Spittles' progeny, perhaps! He was traipsing around their backyard, hiding under the leaves. They snapped a few shots and sent them our way.
Anyway ... Viva Spittles! His legend lives on.
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