Eugene liked parks. For one thing, they were free. And, generally, no one really cared about how long you stayed or had any desire to kick you out for ‘loitering’.
So when he’d laid down in the grass to relax, he expected it to be the start of a peaceful afternoon. He wasn’t sure if he’d actually fallen asleep or if he was simply resting when the frog landed on his face. What he was aware of was that he was suddenly very much awake and fully alert once it happened.
“What the – Agh! God!” Instantly, he was on his feet. He turned around, looking to see where the creature and gone off to. When he saw it hopping away, seemingly no longer interested in coming toward him, he breathed a sigh of relief. “Jeeze!”
Casimir stood behind the other man, watching as the frog hopped off, going to find a different place to rest. “I think you might have frightened it more than it frightened you.” He let out a giggle, eyes still on the small green creature until it was gone, having found a new home in the nearby pond. His attention turned towards the man, who was, despite his looks, not a frog. “You should try sleeping somewhere that isn’t the ground. You’ll find there’s less frogs.”
