The Turtle Takes a Trip

In the dark of the night the frog jumped across the pond from lily pad to lily pad. The moon was no where to be seen. Although the sky was clear, the moon was hiding to help conceal the plans that were afoot. Only starlight lit the way. Once the frog was in position, the turtle and the salamander made their move. There was no turning back now. In a move that took the salamander by surprise, the turtle dashed across the muddy bank of the pond and crawled into the boat. The salamander quickly gathered his wits and followed him swiftly. There would be no stopping them now. The frog croaked out the all clear and the turtle and the salamander cast-off the boat. With only the faint sound of water lapping at it's sides, the boat made it's way down the little stream that flowed out of the pond and off into the darkness.
This little bit of story came to me in a daydream. I really want to know where they were going and what seems to be so important. I can hear the crickets and the noises of the pond. I can smell the dark mist and feel its dampness. It sounds like it might be some sort of adventure. I hope I find out, some day, what happens. If I do, I'll pass it along.