The Pondering Frog

Tasmania is the smallest state in Australia, tiny in fact, only about the size of Portugal or Hungary and by Australian standards, that’s pretty small. How the little palace selling ice cream by the side of a modest country road in the middle of winter came to be called ‘The Pondering Frog’ is a mystery I never solved, but there were a lot of them. Frogs I mean.
Never did find out which one was the ‘Ponderer’ and what he was pondering. Perhaps it was why he was so bloody cold, that’s if he wasn’t a she and she was pondering, but I suspect that if it was indeed, she, she would have been pondering the same deep and meaningful question. I know I was.
One nomenclature possibility, I suspect is that someone likes frogs for the same reason that I like frogs. Any creature that joins a large group in a warm moist place to sing about sex has to be a likable creature.