Thank goodness I've been released from camp lock down. Me + no walkies= dogs gone wild. So I immediately went to the frog pond. Here is a quick re-enactment of my adventure.
Unfortunately my friendly encounter with mr. peeper ended in his untimely death. I, I, I don't know what happened. It all happened so fast. I was gently shaking him in my mouth when unbeknownst to me, my toofer penetrated his belly. He went so quickly. I tried to do mouth to mouth and stop the bleeding but mom made me put him down. Sorry mr peepers. You were a fun friend. RIP.