What?

What is this existence? What is real?  What matters?  Why?  These are the things that went through his mind on a daily basis.  Why does the pond I live in smell like rotten eggs?  Why do flies taste so good on some days but not others?  Why is my skin green?  These were the types of questions that would emerge from the former questions and that would keep him awake while all the other frogs hibernated.  The last thing he asked himself regarded the deterioration of democratic institutions coinciding with the mysterious disappearance of the once strong middle class but sadly, that thought never completely formed because of the dog that ate him.