Roadkill

Jump!  Jump!  The little brown amphibian plopped along the burning tar and broken stone.  His soft stomach screamed at each landing on the searing black pavement.  He pressed on with vigor though, for he knew sweet bliss was only a few more hops away.  No mere puddle that would dry up, but a pond!  He had only heard of these legendary havens in distant songs carried by nocturnal breeze.   It was a place of peace and blissful solitude.  Ah!  He could smell it now.  Only a few more hops, then to leap the concrete wall of the gutter and make it to sweet muddy ecstasy.  Five more.  Four more.  Three more!  Splat!  He was in the eternal bliss, resting to never wake again, as he lay spread out on the ground.