Spring. It’s time for a change. Rain and sunshine.
I was going to go shopping, the day was still wet after the rain two days ago.
Shoes are placed near the front door of the house on the ground floor (also in Italy), under the radiator.
Haste, as always, makes you do things without attention… for example… quickly pull on your shoes and not notice anything…
Me: Shoes, shoe horn, pressure, one tucked in, well the other… shoes, shoe horn, pressure… no! As if… it was shorter! And soft… and heavier too! Strange… let’s look inside… no, wait, I’m looking, i can’t be watched… one, two… two eyes! Little ones! Wide mouth… short paws… webbed! You’re a frog!
The answering look tells me: “Don’t tell me!”
Me: What are you doing there?
He: I’m at home
Meanwhile, the shoe fell to the floor, the door was already open (haste!). Okay, let’s get the shoes back… no frog… has already escaped into the garden).
Perhaps he came in with me two days earlier when it was raining: it was evening, it was dark, shoes and a radiator seemed like a good idea).