Frogonaut, whose real name is Anur Og (but don’t tell him I told you that, he’s a stickler for privacy is dear old ‘Oggy’), has had quite a turbulent life.
Always somewhat a loner, though not through design, he would often be seen gazing up into the sky with a wistful look of wonder etched in a dreamy manner onto his face. So much so that his fellow frogmates, the few that he had, would often consider him a nutcase but never actually told him so. He knew that though. He could see it in their eyes and in the way their skin and pores on their backs would quiver.
It bothered him that he was often times singled out, that he was always alone and even when with others he felt like an island, a fortress in his mind, surrounded by inanity and insanity. Though while he considered those around him as infantile, shallow and without any frogstance he still wanted to be accepted and to be a part of the school.
His main vexation was the fact that he could not hold down a relationship. All his frogmates had partners and were busy working towards producing their own schools… while old Oggy was left to gaze upwards and dream of cosmic leaps. But what could he do? He even developed a special type of ooze to secrete from the pores on his skin that was enticing, fragrant and extremely durable.
This is turning out to be much longer than I imagined, anyway, back to Anur and his whims..
This new ooze he developed didn’t seem to impress anyone, least of all his potential future Mrs Og. So he took to gazing and exploring more and more.
One day, while out on one of his explorations he had ventured much farther and to a much higher altitude than ever before and just as he was planning to turn back towards home, he had been getting rather worried as it was hot and dry and he had still not yet perfected his special ooze and wasn’t sure if it would offer him enough protection, he noticed a large group of humans going about one of their weird and numerous projects. They are always up to something them humans.
Now Anur didn’t really give one croak about humans at the best of times, they are bungling, large and ungainly buffoons who have squished a number of his mates under their smelly feet. Oh and what a whiff, enough to make any self-respecting frog want to leap to oblivion.
Well, back to the humans and their project. They seemed to be building a large rocket pointing straight up at the skies, those very skies that Anur spent most of his life gazing at. Curiosity got the better of him, and his worries left behind, leaped and bounced merrily down towards this rocket. Using the equipment that was strewn around and thanks to his small size, comparable to the humans that is, he managed to work his way towards and onto the rocket and began a long investigation of the thing. So engrossed in his adventure was he that he hadn’t noticed time passing and soon, well it seemed like just a moment ago that he was gazing down from the heights above, the sun began to set.
It had been a long and eventful day for him and he started to yawn croakily and his eyelids felt heavier than the biggest insect he had ever caught. So he looked around for a cosy place and lay back for a quick nap.
Lo and holy…. He is suddenly and rather rudely woken up by a massive roar and the world around him was vibrating violently. It took him a few moments to recall where he was but when it hit him it did so with such a whallop that he lost his balance that he fell from his perch on the rocket.
And that, my friends, is how Anur the Frogonaut came to photobomb Nasa’s image.