Dad told me when he was my age the frogs was so thick that you could fill up three buckets in an hour.
These days you’re lucky to gig two frogs a week.
Dad says it’s the pesticides, but I wonder if they just didn’t get greedy back in the old days.
Every story I hear about them times is how they all had plenty of everything and nobody ever starved.
They tell those stories so often it’s like they’re trying to convince themselves it really happened.
True or not, hearing those tales don’t make me less hungry.