What boredom and too much break time spent alone does to the mind:
I happened to find a small, tiny frog perched on top of a ledge. He was overlooking the vast expanse of the green grassy field which in the night light must be appearing less green than usual. His eyes and his senses tell him that there is something out there worthy for him to explore. His stomach is grumbling and it forces him to seriously consider hunting in the vast expanse of the undiscovered grassland.
But alas! The height, which to a human being is but mere child’s play, is to the small frog a leap of life or death. He seriously considers his predicament. He walks or rather hops along the perimeter of the ledge, hoping to find a lower point where he could jump. But he couldn’t find any. And since his mind is so small and tiny, he cannot remember where was the point which allowed him to climb the ledge in the first place.
I was dying to scare the frog into jumping but I must let nature have its own course. I watched the frog for a few more minutes then I bid it adieu. It will soon learn its own lesson.