when I was growing up in the summers I slept on the porch of our cottage and we had a neighbor, Mr. Allen, and he had a red boathouse inside the northern part of Echo Point. Mr. Allen lived in FL in the winter and we think he took this bull frog home with him in the fall and brought it back in the spring. That frog would croak all the time. When Mr. Allen did not return neither did the frog. We would go to sleep hearing that frog.
