The pool is being filled, water palest turquoise on the sand coloured liner. Going to look this morning there was the frilliest frog ever neatly breast stroking lengths but clearly approaching exhaustion, unable to climb the smooth sides and the water getting ever too deep for resting and breathing.
Fortunately there are still bits and pieces from the rebuilding stacked at the edge of a field so I lowered a plank of wood into the water. Froggie hid from my attentions, underneath the plank. Hanging head first into the pool I slipped the plank underneath him and he was too tired to swim away. In what must have been a terrifying arc he swapped water for air and then for grass. At first he just lay there and I thought he had given up but looking closely, his frilly neck was beating in and out.
So the plank was dragged into the long grass and wild flowers and he rolled off the end and disappeared, being coloured perfectly to match. Now I'll have to check each morning to make sure everyone who went in for a dip can get out, at least until they put the chlorine in. Only humans swim in it after that.
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