Why was grandmother outraged one early morning? The little world of mud. Class 8 long answer
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When grandfather first showed me the pond world, he chose a dry place in the shade of an old peepul tree, where we sat for an hour, gazing steadily at the thin green scum on the water. The buffaloes had not arrived for their afternoon dip, and the surface of the pond was undisturbed.
For the first 10 minutes we saw nothing. Then a small black blob appeared in the middle of the pond. Gradually it rose higher, until at last we could make out a frog’s head, its big eyes staring hard at us. The frog did not know if we were friends or enemies so he kept his body out of sight. A heron, his mortal enemy, might have been wading about in search of a meal.
When Mr Frog had made sure that we were not herons, he passed this information on to his friends and neighbours, and very soon there were a number of big heads and eyes on the surface of the water. Throats swelled. We were treated to a chorus that went, "Wurk, wurk, wurk ...."
In the shallow water near the tree, we could see a dark shifting shadow. When I touched it with the end of a stick, the dark mass immediately became alive. Thousands of little black tadpoles wriggled into life, pushing and hustling each other.
"What do tadpoles eat?", I asked.
"They eat one another most of the time," said grandfather. "It may seem an unpleasant custom, but if all the young tadpoles in this pond grew into frogs they would take up every inch of the ground between here and the house. And they’d be all over the bedrooms and the bathrooms and the kitchen. Your grandmother wouldn’t be too pleased."
"Their croaking would drive her crazy!"
Grandfather told me that when he was a young man he had once brought home a number of green tree-frogs. He put them in a glass jar and left them on a window-sill without telling anyone of their presence.
At about four in the morning, the entire household was