When I was 10, my uncle, driving me to Schroon Lake
in his Buick, asked me if I knew the true story
of the eagle and the frog. I said, “No, Uncle Phil.”
There was an eagle who swallowed a frog.
The frog in the eagle’s dark belly
saw a little hole of light at the eagle’s bottom.
The frog stuck his head out into the sky.
The eagle took off to fly to a mountaintop.
The frog in his little voice said,
“Mr. Eagle, how high are we flying?”
The Eagle answered in a low bass voice,
“500 feet.” The frog said, “Ooh!
Mr. Eagle, how high are we now?”
The eagle, looking for another frog, said, “1000 feet.”
The frog said, “Ooh!” A minute passed,
the frog asked the eagle, “How high are we now?”
The eagle boomed, “Half a mile.”
The frog said, “You wouldn’t shit me, would you?”