Fried Frog Legs

Úlfr pranced alon after Valdís with a stick in his mouth. He drifted back and forth, sometimes bouncing forward to tag the water with his front paws then racing back inland. It was a gorgeous day. The sky was clear and blue and though it was hot the water was cool. They settled down near a small beach. Valdís bent her head for a drink and Úlfr bounded into the water. Something croaked and leapt into the water. Úlfr's ears flicked forward and peered into the water, trying to make out what it was. Eyes peeked back up at him. It was a frog! Oh, he wanted to catch it. Úlfr dove forward, jaws open, but all he got was a mouth full of water.