And since the day wasn’t good enough…
So after the excursion, I got home and realized the weather was still too fantastic to waste inside defeating Kraken in the depths of the sunken water temple (thereby restoring the light to the Water Crystal).
So I packed my bag, hopped on my bike, bought some ready-to-eat pork cutlet and pasta at the grocery store, and rode my bike seven or so kilometers to Iwaya Magaibutsu park (the one with the ancient buddhist cliff carvings where I bring everyone. Its my number one favorite place here). Inside I staked out a place next to the pond, laid out a sheet to sit upon, and ate my foods while watching the sun dip below the clifftops. It was so pretty, prettier than your prom date was, I’d say.
When the sun did vanish, something strange started to happen. These strange animal sounds started sounding out. They were really loud, and my first guess was that there were some kind of crane or stork call from the river-creek that was beyond my sight. However, soon there were at least half a dozen sources of this really loud sound, all calling out and competing with each other. It was then that I realized it was not coming from some distant large bird, but from the pond in front of me. These big ol’ frogs were poking their heads up between every nook along the edge of the pond, and were bellowing with berserk volume.
I listened to their cacophony for awhile, and then decided to get a good look at these frogs. They ought to have been enormous based on their croaks. I slowly crept up to the pond edge, stepping on a rock that jutted out of the water. Either the sight of a huge looming shadow or the shockwaves of a footstep upon a rock was enough to send dozens of thumb-sized tadpoles scurrying in all directions away from me. I leaned out a little further and jumped when a frog that must’ve been within a yard of me to my right saw me gave a sharp croak-burst before splooshing into the water. I didn’t see it, but I knew it was there.
From my vantage point, I looked around the edge of the rest of the pond, and saw, underneath another rock, a big whitish shape sticking out of the water. Suddenly, it croaked, and I saw its throat expand. It was sizable, but I couldn’t quite figure it out without getting closer.
So, slowly, I made my way around, until I finally peeked around another rock to stare it face to face, about four yards apart. The thing was easily the size of two clenched man-fists, and it was a strange pale green-grey that looked almost white against the brown water. It stared at me, and then with the same bizarre alarm-croak-gasp, it disappeared under the water to swim away.
It was quite an amazing experience, listening to their symphony of weirdness. I’ll have to return for more sunsets to hear them sing again.
