It sounds like I live in an Amazon rainforest. Why? Well, it has something to do with a certain amphibian that lives under our roof. He's an African clawed frog, and his name is Croaky.
Croaky likes to croak. Usually, he has nobody to croak to, because he lives all by himself in his tank. Things have been a little different this week, though. We seem to have a plethora of tree frogs in the forest. And it's mating season. You would not believe the sounds emanating from the woods behind our house! Those little buggers go from dawn to dusk. Croaky is absolutely thrilled. He's croaking all night now, trying to attract the attention of a lady frog out there.
There's just one problem. Croaky has a room mate. And that room mate is our hundred pound German Shepherd, Schultz. Schultz has not been pleased with the racket his green friend has been making. This morning when I let the hairy beast out of his crate, he walked right up to Croaky's tank and barked at it.
"What's the matter, Schultz? Do you have a late night entertainer there?"
He made a funny grunt sound and trotted off.
(Croaky had better watch it. Schultz might decide to tip his tank!)