I visited my parents over the weekend in Vermont. My dad, who sleeps outside in the summer, told me that for the past few weeks he's heard a dog barking all night long. He said the sound is muffled, as though it's coming from a good distance, so he figured that it must be on the other side of the hills behind their house. My dad felt bad for the dog, because night after night it barks steadily until dawn, and no one bothers to check on it or let it in.
Then one night while I was visiting, he realized that it wasn't a dog at all, but a frog that was in some thick bushes near the house, not twenty yards from his head. So instead of hearing some lonesome, neglected dog yapping all night, my dad had been listening to a very macho and fortunate bullfrog getting it on with the wife.
Proving once again that things are seldom, if ever, what they seem to be.
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