Julia awakened a beautiful evening of March. Beautiful for the frogs, considering that it was raining. Eh, because Julia was not a child but a nice frog of Brownwood, all brown with the pointed face, She had passed the winter under earth in the wood and be wake up again by the first rain of end winter.
Jumping Julia fell on the head of Mrs Gina a great and big toad. Mrs Gina was great almost three times indeed our Julia. Suddenly Julia, to reach the pond, she meets with a kind of green wall.
What will it be she wondered Julia? Mrs Gina told her: You, for a while the men systematize a barrier on the road to prevent, that the autos run over us and they kill us. In fact after few minutes Julia was picked up mass in a bucket and freed on the edge of the pond.
Julia skipping about set out toward the pond where she had been born a last year.. The fresh air of end winter breathed and at she looked around. The wood was bare: bushes and trees seemed to still sleep and the only leaves were those dark and brown that formed a cover.
This happens really in our roads, in Italy, in spring when the frogs wake up again him to be reproduced themselves.