The Heronmaster
Leaper hadn't seen the flies this thick in all the weeks since he had gotten his legs. They thickened the air and his tongue darted everywhere. He planned to eat until he was as big as Old Bull who had swallowed Jumper whole yesterday - demonstrating the importance of keeping a respectful, and safe, distance from the huge frog who ruled the pond with an iron tongue. One day it would be him sitting in that hollow stump.
"Bird!" came the call from across the pond. Leaper splashed into the warm water and peered up. A shadow passed over but didn't feel the shudder of water which meant it had landed. After a brief time, Leaper climbed back up onto the lily pad and went back to the catching of flies.
Life was good.