It all started 20 minutes ago, I walked outside for my nightly walk and there, in my driveway, stood a frog. It is unlike them to be so far away from the lake, so I scooped him up and proceeded to make my way to the water where he belongs.

However, on my way there, another frog stood before me. Like the one before him, he did not struggle or even attempt escape as I picked him up with my other hand.

As I near the lake though, I hear it. Several other frogs croaking. The two in my hands immediately croak in response.

And there I was, a confused boy by a lake in the dead of night holding two croaking frogs in his hands.

To think it began with an F press...