... when driving home from a sailing regatta in Oberon (where Mr Brown drove a truck across the local golf course) in the pouring rain, we had to stop for a bit to allow thousands of tiny, wee, bebe frogs cross the road.
It was an amazing sight, and that Mr Brown stopped the vehicle, without prompting, helped me realise he was just the right sort of bloke for me.
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Oh yes. That would have been the clincher for me, too. Mr. Brown is awesome.
Thousands! How awesome.
E - that and he survived the family and the family cats, even the projectile sneezer!
Cookie, it may only have been hundreds. Loads and loads, all over the road (perhaps there is a chilren's book in me afterall:)
More proof of his prince among men status!
;o)
- Lee
Lee, hmmmmm, mostly :)
I will give you the name I've been saving for a frog story: Hoppy. (Cranky thought it up.)
Hoppy eh, noice :)
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