07.15.08
Amphibian Assault
The toads moved out across the Sink under the cover of night, crawling left-right-left on their soft bellies like commandos under the cantaloupe and corn and parsley. As they crossed the Maginot Line, one would drop into a trench, then another would fall into a vertical shaft; one not knowing the fate of the next, unable to proceed with the nocturnal assault.
Boys appeared after daybreak, inspecting the shafts and trenches. Five last night. A dozen tonight. Almost a record. The invaders were corralled in the temporary holding pen, teased, sent through obstacle courses, launched in model rockets, set free, and re-captured the following morning, or the morning after.
©2008 Dan J. Jensen
