Ferdinand the frog sat on his lily pad, staring intently at a drifting cloud. His brow was furrowed, his throat pulsed with a slow, rhythmic croak, and his eyes were glazed over with deep thought. Or, at least, that's what it looked like. In truth, Ferdinand hadn't the faintest idea what was going on in his head.

"Lost in the existential swamp again, eh Ferdy?" chirped a voice from the branches above. It was Silas the squirrel, Ferdinand's best friend and, coincidentally, the only one who could ever decipher the frog's inscrutable expressions.

Ferdinand blinked, his eyes refocusing on Silas. "I… I think so?" he croaked,...