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But one has observed it all, hidden behind a moss-green stone and clung tightly to rough tuff. For days, she had lain within the wet and dark crack, moodily changing her skin. Then, she had been sound asleep, waking up this very evening. Of course, she is now hungry after all this fasting. The croaking of them frogs goes right through her mouth and stomach so that her tongue flickers in and out of her wide snout all by itself, with malicious eyes positioned above and staring straight on.
As the moon came, she wanted to swim through the pond, as she knew of a calm bank over which one could reach the frog meadow nice and easy. But, wait...there was a green one, coming right out of the water!
She had to keep herself controlled to not grab the emerging green one just like that. Going over bare and sharp stone, that is not what a mature and aged lady does. She could get herself bleeding and hurt, she could lose balance, she could fall down together with the green one. In this case, she would have to release him, behaving louder than the old law of her kind would allow.
What for, anyway? The green one has it and she knows those folks who immediately trade their place for every little fly and who would stay put on a stone visible for everyone even when sick. Oh yes, of course the lord will dive into the water. He'll get hungry, jumping after the next moth. Furthermore, all his colleagues are calling him from the banks and he is not one of those who do stuff on their own; restlessness will drive him on, no doubt about that.
Therefore, let's just wait! Don't we know these choirboys, we secretive, beautiful, wise ladies?
- Laikan der Lachs (Laikan: The Story Of A Salmon), Josef Wenter

Description
But one has observed it all, hidden behind a moss-green stone and clung tightly to rough tuff. For days, she had lain within the wet and dark crack, moodily changing her skin. Then, she had been sound asleep, waking up this very evening. Of course, she is now hungry after all this fasting. The croaking of them frogs goes right through her mouth and stomach so that her tongue flickers in and out of her wide snout all by itself, with malicious eyes positioned above and staring straight on.
As the moon came, she wanted to swim through the pond, as she knew of a calm bank over which one could reach the frog meadow nice and easy. But, wait...there was a green one, coming right out of the water!
She had to keep herself controlled to not grab the emerging green one just like that. Going over bare and sharp stone, that is not what a mature and aged lady does. She could get herself bleeding and hurt, she could lose balance, she could fall down together with the green one. In this case, she would have to release him, behaving louder than the old law of her kind would allow.
What for, anyway? The green one has it and she knows those folks who immediately trade their place for every little fly and who would stay put on a stone visible for everyone even when sick. Oh yes, of course the lord will dive into the water. He'll get hungry, jumping after the next moth. Furthermore, all his colleagues are calling him from the banks and he is not one of those who do stuff on their own; restlessness will drive him on, no doubt about that.
Therefore, let's just wait! Don't we know these choirboys, we secretive, beautiful, wise ladies?
- Laikan der Lachs (Laikan: The Story Of A Salmon), Josef Wenter