In the water, something swam along. It was entirely and fully unaware of its position—but it lived it all the same.
In the air, a person with not much to do and little interest in matters of her own life walked along, looking at her feet.
The two met, almost, when she would have put her shoe right into the home of the tadpoles. This would, naturally, have killed everything within the water.
But she didn’t and instead dropped to the dewy grass to see what it was that lived in this small puddle of water. She watched with detached interest as the tiny beings went about their lives.
After a moment of reflection, she puckered her lips and sucked up the entire thing, silt and all. For at the very least it would be something to do.