We live at the bottom of a very large hill called Castle Hill. For five years I have watched Insane Persons as they walk/cycle/run UP the very steep road that winds its way to the top of the hill. "They are nuts", I have muttered to myself countless times. Well, a few weeks ago I joined them and, after several warm-up attempts, I walked to the top of Castle Hill with my friend, Sarah. A few hundred metres before the top we were passed by a car driven by two other friends.It was dark by the time we reached the top and Kellie and Raoul were sitting on a railing waiting for us. We sat next to them and chatted for a while. Suddenly, in the dark, I felt something hit my hip. As I twisted around to see who had whacked me, The Thing landed heavily on my bare back (clad lightly in a singlet!). I yelped and brushed it away and then, as it fell, I saw it was a Green Tree frog. These fat little fellows are both charming and very beautiful.
The following day I was telling another friend about my encounter and she said, "I didn't know Castle Hill was guarded by attack frogs!"
Here he is; the King of the Castle (Hill), the Attack Frog.
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