It has been quite a bright summer day – the sun was shining brightly over the Australian city of Sydney. A few paces away from the city lived a frog known as Jester. Jester was observed by two known human naturalists – Harper Longstreet and his longtime friend Jo Thompson. They were busy setting up their equipment.

  “Never seen anyone get excited at watching a frog,” laughed Jo.

  “Well, this one I have been watching for the past couple of months” said Harper, “I have named it Jester.”

  “You named a frog?” chuckled Jo.

  Jo didn’t think that much, it was just a typical natural expedition in Australia’s outback. Jester had lived among his fellow banjo frogs for the past year without that many incidents. Jester would often croak, always trying to gobble up the insects that were coming his way. He had to often fight his brothers and sisters for food and territory. Jester sat most of the day doing his usual croaking, never thought of anything happening to himself.

  “Well, best we better be careful around those frogs,” said Jo.

  Jo setup his camera and soon began to zoom in. He could see how many frogs there were he couldn’t tell which one was Jester.

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  “Uh, which one is Jester?” asked Jo.

  “That one” said Harper as he pointed to the frog further away.

  Jester often liked sitting by himself, ever so observant. But what the frogs didn’t realize today they were being hunted. This time by a hawk, the hawk flew over the frogs, it gazed down upon them trying to scan which frogs would be perfect for its next meal. The two humans also noticed the hawk.

  “I sure hope that hawk doesn’t eat Jester,” said Harper.

  “You really are attached to that frog, I thought as a naturalist we were not supposed to intervene?” asked Jo.

  Harper was taken back by Jo’s comments, he knew he couldn’t do anything to save Jester, if Jester were to be eaten.

  “Oh, don’t you worry about me, if anything happens to that frog, I’ll have a nice glass of wine to remember him by” sighed Harper.

  Soon the hawk swooped down, Harper sighed with relief as if it were another frog that was selected instead. Jester saw the entire incident, though frogs didn’t think that much about being traumatized – something changed inside of Jester that the frog couldn’t quite comprehend yet. Jester then began to move.

  “Oh, Jester’s moving, he hardly ever moves!” cried Harper.

  Harper was thrilled he got to follow his favorite frog. He had to be careful not to intervene or disturb the environment. As he and Jo began to watch Jester carefully, Jester continued on his journey. They were unsure what Jester would do next. But there were more predators lurking about – a notorious Sydney funnel spider was waiting nearby in its nest and more disturbingly a few dingos were going to have some fun eating the frogs as well.

  “Dingos, here?!” said Harper as he noticed the dingos approaching.

  The two humans soon hid around some brush; they did their best trying to observe how poor Jester would try to survive the onslaught of predators coming his way. The other frogs might just become the right barriers for Jester to escape.