At this time of year in Sacramento, we have a lot of small frogs. When it cools down at night they often migrate to cement areas which retain heat from the day.
This morning I went out to retrieve my paper from the front porch and opened it to find a crushed frog on the outside of the paper. Evidently the frog crawled up on the porch sometime in the night and when the paper was delivered it landed on him - crushing him. That looked to me like a clear definition of the wiles of fate.
My wife thought it was merely something to be removed before she read the paper.
Thursday, July 08, 2010
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