The mystery deepens

The mystery deepens.

Why would anybody steal the jar containing the

Tadpoles, in the first place.

And now it looks as

If somebody has stolen the frogs from the pound too,

Now who would do such a thing?

Think of the time and patience,

You need to catch a frog.

If you don’t want to get wet

And have to jump in at the deep end.

It puzzles me how all of this can happen

This is a quiet street

With no through traffic

One of the neighbours, maybe,

But they are all nice people,

And most are ancient,

In anyone’s book.

What happened and how do I react?

Do I get the police involved?

I would have to tell them

Where I was the evening of the jar robbery

And why I do know that the frogs are gone?

Might have been the grand-children,

From next door.

They were here over last weekend.

That would explain the jar theft,

But the frogs

I can not come up with a good enough reason for either.

Am thinking so hard I have got

Steam coming out of my ears,

But I want to know

I just need to know.