Frog is in the choo

I have a toad friend who I frequently see in the morning and at night, when I'm showering. I think he passes through the choo (bathroom) at night to soak up the water left in the floor and to seek out any insects that are in there.

The other night, I was sitting with my mama in our back courtyard after it grew dark. All of a sudden we hear a light tap, tap, tap on the hard-packed clay, and see a tiny dark figure bouncing across the courtyard.

"Chura!" My mama says. "Frog!" We both laugh. It is such a peaceful and humorous moment of a tiny creature making its way, not so silently, across the ground.

Our kitten likes to chase my toad friend. Tonight he was chasing him, pretty harmlessly, but frightening for the toad nonetheless. I was sitting in the courtyard, it growing dark again. The kitten chased the toad toward me, and he took refuge, first between my feet and then jumped up onto my foot, his small body surprisingly soft, almost velvety, against my skin. Then he scampered away towards the duck pen. The kitten chased him halfheartedly.

Dramas of small lives all around me.