I looked to the surface of the pond and something looked back at me. I said to my best friend Ned, “What the heck can that thing be?” Ned scratched the back of his head, said, “I’m not sure let me see.” Then Ned and I sat perfectly still and stared most inquisitively. “It’s got two arms,” said Ned, “but they don’t look good for swimming. The body styles all wrong, it wasn’t designed for skimming. It’s got a couple of legs, but they’re ill equipped for hopping. It does appear to have some teeth suitable for chopping. Stuff is growing out of its head, an odd furry topping. And there’s something strange around its feet, perhaps an aid for stopping.” Ned was my smartest buddy, but this time he appeared to be stumped. The thing moved a little closer, so back both Ned and I jumped. And now from a safe distance, we studied it a little longer Ned was onto something, his suspicions growing stronger. “Ah yes, those tiny close-set eyes that look straight ahead. And a pouch above the legs that expands when it is fed. Generally, they’re very pale, but when embarrassed they turn red And that furry stuff, I believe its called hair, it grows mostly on the head. This is a unique creature, quite fragile,” explained Ned. “It can’t even sleep on the ground, it uses a thing called a bed!” “Ah yes!” Declared my buddy, “I figured it out, I did. That thing, my best froggy friend, is what they call a Kid.” It’s the juvenile version of a full grown human being. Boy we are quite fortunate to see what we are seeing.” Then off went Ned to tell the others to come and take a look, But I had seen enough here at the edge of my brook. I came to see something new and I had achieved my goal. Boy, I’m glad that I’m a frog ‘cause that’s one ugly tadpole.