Pip's Gentle Evening

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Pip the little frog sat on his favorite lily pad, watching the sun paint the swamp golden. His webbed feet dangled in the cool water. "What a busy day," he sighed softly.

All day long, he had jumped from place to place, splashing and playing. Now the dragonflies were heading home. The swamp grew quiet and still.

"Pip," called Mrs. Turtle gently. "Would you help me gather soft moss for my shell?" Pip almost jumped up quickly, then remembered to move slowly in the evening calm.