Having finally defeated my siblings, life in the pond became slightly easier for me - despite my small stature.  My family, having decided that I was too valuable to torture, decided that it was also necessary to prevent others from tormenting me.  I suddenly found myself surrounded with an almost permanent bodyguard.  This, in itself, was somewhat off-putting.  Honestly, I could barely go to the toilet without one of them coming in with me.  Not only did this lead to several rather unpleasant bouts of constipation, but it also rather put a dampener on my love life. 

 

Now, as any young froggy knows,  once you have started to grow legs you start to develop an interest in the opposite sex.  I lived in  the rough end of the pond, but in the process of hiding from my siblings I had, on a number of occasions, found reason to take a trip into the posher parts of town.......  As I hopped past one of the more high class dwellings I saw a young male frog sitting on a rock outside his home.  He was reading a book on quantuum mechanics.   This frog was so gorgeous.  His skin glistened a dark, silky green in the sunlight and his expression was one of intense concentration and deep thought.  For me, it was love at first sight.  I spent many a happy hour watching him as he sat on that rock.  Many times I returned, purely for the joy of watching him.  I knew that here was a male with an intelligence to rival my own. 

 

And so, I faced my next problem.  How to introduce myself to this fabulous frog, without my escort of over-protective relations????