This harmless little frog was minding his own business, not bothering anyone.
Buried beneath layers and layers of logs, branches and leaves, it had found quite the spot for its winter’s rest.
He was so settled in, there may as well have been a Do Not Disturb sign on his door.
Settled in and peaceful, he was enjoying quite the rest.
Until they found him.
Then the rest came to a sudden halt. And this poor little frog instantly became a star.
And as quick as I could possibly tell them to leave it alone, not to touch, it was a losing battle.
They had gotten their hands on him, and there was no turning back.