A little story.
This is TravelFroggy.
When I first met him, he lived at The Zocalo, the enormous main square, downtown in Mexico-City.
Not exactly the most lonesome place in the world.
But that's exactly the way he felt: lonely and sad.
Because TravelFroggy had lost all of his natural colour.
And since that moment he no longer felt as the handsome, educated and travel-experienced frog he once was.
I decided to save him from his pain, to give back his natural taint and to reward him with a transcontinental flight to my garden
where he now smiles on top of an also smiling strunk.


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