THE FROG RENDEZVOUS 



The pasture birds are waking up their 

 preludes of evensong, and the sun across 

 the cove to the west is glorifying all the 

 quivering canopy of green leaves through 

 which it shines with a luminous, diaph- 

 anous quality which makes magic all 

 along that side of the cove. 



You are on the borderland between 

 the clear definition of reality and the 

 mystic haze of nightfall. To the west, 

 looking away from the glow, all is 

 gently but clearly defined; to the east, 

 looking into the golden rose of the sun- 

 set through the shimmering illusion of 

 leaves, lies the pathway to the land that 

 the king's son saw in the Arabian 

 Night's tale. 



The nightly entertainment, the even- 

 ing minstrel show, is about to begin in 

 the cove, an entertainment in which the 

 frogs are the minstrels, an all star per- 

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