"Amy?" Sometimes she seems to vaporate in a second and then I've lost her. I turned around. A few feet behind, she was croached down on the side of the road. She had found something. I walked back without cussing a word and bend down beside her. She picked up a brick of leaves that where frozen together. The cold object turned her fingers red. I was about to ask her why she had stopped to study such an unintesting seeming object, when I saw that something I earlier assumed to be just another leaf, was actually a frog. Or maybe a toad. It was brown and not that big, incubatade with ice.
"Wow," I said, followed by, "Poor fellow." She shook her head and turned the ice fossil over.
"It's a things some frogs do when winter comes. They're cold-blooded, so they can freeze, but they won't die. That way when it gets warmer the ice melts and they live up again."
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This Bird
FanfictionLet me start this story with a question: Have you ever seen a bird cry? Let me guess. Of course you haven’t. Have you ever wondered whether birds can cry? They can’t. Humans are the only living creatures capable of crying emotional tears. However...
