When I was young my Aunty Audrey had a book that was a compilation of many Fortean type stories. That book, and a similar one in the library of my primary school, sparked my love of these types of tales. Aunty Audrey has been gone for years now and my sister and I both have a space on our shelf for this book and joint custody arrangements as we both love it.
That book had many stories of frogs found in sealed up in rocks and although very few of them have any credibility at all, I still love to hear about them.
This frog story has entertained me, the estimation of the age of the sandstone in the first paragraph was the first thing that amused me, but I loved Mr Hutton’s belief in the creation of the frog. According to him it became lodged in the sandstone in a protoplasmic state. I think he is suggesting that the frog egg somehow managed to get into the stone and then it grew from there. Sadly, and against all forms of reality, my brain heard ‘protoplasmic state’ and immediately bought to life a sort of animated jelly making its slimy way through the substance of the newly forming earth, looking for a comfortable place to nest. There it lurked until the day Mr Hutton got to the bottom of his goldmine and released it from its sandstone prison.
Both scenarios are equally likely, so believe whichever version you prefer, I am sure that the frog didn’t get under the sandstone slab during the night via the small crack in the floor.