Savor The Goodness

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Little me and those brothers of mine…

Used to play in Old Man’s Creek…unsupervised…no shoes…looked for shells…watched little fish…waded in it to see how far we could go…stopped once…under the bridge…little bare feet emerging out of the water…the area dark…the sand damp…and everywhere…hopped…

Teeny tiny baby frogs…gazillions of them…it was fascinating…never seen anything like it before…or after…until…a college visit…with that daughter of mine…right there on campus…beside the pretty campus pond…were frogs…the cutest itsy bitsy teeny weeny frogs…

Which brings us to…Mother’s Day…that unique gift…of teeny tiny decadent frogs…which kind of seems an odd choice…for fancy chocolates…a reference to Harry Potter perhaps…or maybe…this gifted chocolate maker…has their own memories…of a baby frog adventure…

Or…like that daughter of mine…had to listen to a long…drawn out…cutest tiny froggies ever saga…while trying to enjoy…a college visit…or maybe…just maybe…it’s nothing more…than the fun…of eating a tiny frog…pop it in your mouth…let it hug the roof…while it melts…slowly…perfectly…enticing you…to have…more than one…

Well played tiny chocolate frog makers…well played…
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And this old gal…agrees…