Cresnalian Moon Frog©

I have only ever met a Cresnalian moon frog once in my life. I was leaning against a mighty oak tree with boughs that bent and shaded me on a balmy summer day. As I bent my head to watch the cottony clouds in the sky drift by, I caught something out of the corner of my eye.  Now, you are going to say I drifted off to slumber and dreamt him, but I promise you he was as real as you or I. Well, he was real in an otherworldly manner.

 

Startled, I turned to look at him directly. He stood quite still. There was such a calm about him that I was not one bit frightened. He was so curious looking, I stared quite unashamed. He seemed not to mind my brashness at all.

 

He looked nothing like the green earth frogs that dwell in the pond behind the house where I live and that  keep me awake some nights with their incessant croaking. He resembled an earthly frog only inasmuch as he had a body with no neck, a flat head, short front legs, and long back legs with webbed feet. This Cresnalian moon frog stood about three feet tall with a pointed tail just as long. His skin was covered with bumps like bubble wrap and he had toenails four inches long. He was shades of translucent purple and blue that shimmered like sunlight on the surface of a woodland stream. His cheeks were the color of pink baby cheeks and appeared to be soft as rose petals. He looked straight at me with dewy blue eyes filled with sagely discerning. With a dancer’s leap, he landed beside me, so close that I could feel his bumps were spongy like foam and not hard at all. I was certain he smelled like elderflower.

 

Now here is what was stranger still. He communicated entirely by mental telepathy and never spoke a word aloud. Yet, I understood all that he said. He told me he was a Cresnalian moon frog. He professed he wanted to become better acquainted. I wish I could tell you more. I confess I did all the talking after that. I told him all about my family. I revealed my wishes, hopes, and dreams. I recounted numerous embarrassing moments. He sat motionless and yet intent the entire time I prattled. When I seemed to run out of topics and words, he simply vanished.

 

I sat under that tree until twilight, pondering the visitation I had received. It was more than an enchantment. I felt such a sense of peace and love from the Cresnalian moon frog. After his departure, the feeling stayed with me and filled every square inch of me. I was certain I never would be the same. He was such a wonderful being. And to think I didn’t even learn his name!

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