Little Frog

One little frog wanted to cross the street.
But he'd been warned by his mother that streets were dangerous. Many things could go wrong: cars squishing him, a predator diving from the sky while he was out in the open, the hot sun sucking up all his moisture, and so much more!
Still, the little frog longed to cross the street.
So one day, he decided to do it.
He left his pond, hopping quietly away while his mother talked with her friends. He hopped up the hill to the street, and looked around.
The street was dark and inviting, with a haze of heat to it that never really went away. The heat was somewhat discomforting, but the little frog didn't think it was a problem.
He looked left.
Nothing.
He looked right.
Nothing there either.
He let out a ribbit of excitement, and began hopping quickly across the street.
The street was rough on his soft feet, and the heat dried him out with each moment, but the little frog didn't care.
He was going it!
He was going to see what was on the other side of the street.
Then a cry pierce the air, and the little frog froze.
He'd forgotten to look up.
Before the little frog could ribbit, a shadow covered him, and something sharp dug into his back.
Then the street was empty once again.