Leaper shrugged and snapped up the next fly.
"Think about what I said," Old Bull said, and swam back to the shore. Leaper watched him swim and wondered what part of the odd conversation he was supposed to be thinking about.
The days got shorter and colder. Leaper puzzled at his conversation with the Old Bull. He didn't dare try to swim over to ask, and the old frog showed no sign of coming back to explain himself.
One particularly cold day snow fell from the grey sky. Leaper let himself sink to the bottom of the pond where he dug himself into the mud for another winter. Though his leg didn't pain him this year, he still didn't care whether he woke in the spring or not.
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