Intrigue

I walked by a body of water today, close to the edge so that as I walked the frogs that had been sunning themselves on the shore would leap, flinging themselves, toward the water. Some would make it in one leap, and others, the amateurs, would occasionally bounce off the rocks that were partially submerged in the water. Their legs go over their head and their landing consisted of a sometimes upside down, always awkward splash. Seeing them go through such desperate measures to get away from me was somewhat disturbing, so I tried sneaking up on them. No matter how quiet I was, or how slow I was, darn those frogs, they would always see me.