The frog named Jim's Life

Along the waterline, Jim the fat dark green frog sat perched upon an even darker green lily pad overlooking the crystal clear lake. The lake was a glass window, unmoving, and transparent. Jim often wondered what secrets the deepest depths of the giant lake held. Jim continued to scan the horizon that had the bright sun just breaking out over the tops of the trees that looked as if they had been set on fire. Jim was not interested in watching the sun rise today though. He hopped onto another smaller lily pad, which almost sank under his massive weight. He continued to hop until he reached the uninhabited shore which was filled with dead leaves that had fallen from the trees. He hopped some more until he sat upon a hollowed out log which was the ideal spot for catching flies. Spotting one immediately, he waited for the precise moment to attack. His dark black eyes darted from side to side as if dancing to a beat. Then suddenly, he lunged forward with his long sticky pink tongue until it reached the fly. His tongue was a fleshy boomerang. It would go out, catch the pray and come right back. The fresh taste of blood and garbage filled his taste buds as the fat and juicy fly was swallowed up. Jim took satisfaction in the kill, mainly because he was so hungry. For quite some time, he sat staring around at his surroundings. His eyes moved from the thick oak trees filled with color on his left to the clear sky and water on his right. Jim really was just a tiny creature who craved flies and nothing else. All of a sudden a black missile flew straight in front of him, and Jim instantly recognized the 3D eyes and transparent wings. Once again his pitch black eyes darted from side to side, and then suddenly, he attacked.