Peter hopped in direction of the small pond he had in his backyard under the tree's shade. It had begun as a puddle of muddy terrain that enlarged with time and Peter decorated the margins with river pebbles. He leaped onto one of those and reflected on the waters under the tree's foliage reflection. He stretched his legs and plunged into the waters.
Peter swam quite for a while. Sometimes a gentle breeze would make littles wave son the water's surface and he'd lay his body stiff and accompany the movement. Surprisingly being a frog was easier to him then he, himself thought it'd be. It felt like a good day on the pool, on a quiet summer evening.
As time flew by he developed quite the appetite and the first thought that crossed his mind was to munch on a fly passing by. He didn't feel disgusted, maybe they felt better as an amphibian. He leaped out of the water onto a pebble and gazed around. There were no flies surprisingly. He jumped down to the grass and theorized that some other bug would be lying around. He leaped and leaped, and quite like magic his eyes soon spotted what looked like a grasshopper. It looked larger compared to him than any other food. However, he remembered that now he was a frog. Peter's mouth started to salivate, expecting that meal. He slowly opened it and without further ado zapped his tongue. The slimy member fast traveled and caught the grasshopper's leg bringing it to Peter's gummy jaws who crushed it mercilessly. Peter was amazed by his new skill as he munched the bug. Like he had thought, it tasted different as a frog.