Tadpoles in a puddle

There is a small puddle on the hillside near the pool. It's really small. Sometimes Daniel comes to eat grass, and his footprints are bigger than small puddles. Strange to say, there is always water in this small puddle, although it is rare. There is also a lot of grass growing around, which grows well in winter and summer.

There are many tadpoles in the pool, all born by aunt frog. There is a lot of water in the pool when it rains heavily in summer. Some tadpoles will always follow the running water to the river at the foot of the mountain, and some tadpoles will always be washed into small puddles.

The summer in August is very hot, and the leaves of many small trees next to the puddle are dying, and the earth is hot. The wild boar was tired of drinking water, came to a small puddle, and peed by the way. It was so hot that the dying tadpole couldn't stand it any longer in the puddle and soon died.

"Damn wild boar killed our little tadpole," said Aunt Frog sadly by the pond.

Life goes on.

A burst of autumn rain brought several tadpoles to the puddle again.

Winter is coming. A cold wind came on the coldest day. The surface of the puddle is frozen. The tadpole stayed at the bottom of the puddle, dying.

The wild boar came to the pool to drink water again. Before he came to the puddle, he couldn't help urinating again. Seeing this, Aunt Frog sadly turned her head and walked away, thinking that the tadpole was finished again.

The hot air soon filled the whole puddle, and the puddle warmed up quickly, and the tadpoles warmed up, and finally survived this cold winter.