In loving memory of my pet tree frog who dried up Mossy.
Flames is also my pet toad.
(AN: When I was in second grade, my dad bought me a tree frog and my brother a firebelly toad. We forgot that a tree frog would need a big bowl of water to stay hydrated in, so Mossy literally shriveled up and died that night. So we bought another tree frog, Mossy II, and no lasting damage was done to my psyche, despite awaking to find my beloved frog dried up.)

It was day time but it looked like night time. I had just hatched and was already on my dad’s back. Splish. Splash. The rain hit my 16 brothers and sisters. Dad finaley found a nice little pond. He put us in it. All of a sudden we hard a hiss. Sssssss.

Dad was gone. It was a snake. He was looking for a snack. We were very terrified. I managed to exscape. But not my brothers or sisters.

“Looks like I’m on my own now,” I thought. Luckily I had landed in a little pond. After about two weeks I was a tree frog named Mossy. Now it was time to enter the world and never leave it. (AN: Huh?)

But, just before I did . . . someone grabed me. They put me in a thing that had a lid. (AN: So Mossy doesn’t know what a jar is, but she does know what a lid is . . .) I could see outside through the walls. Oh, it was kind of scary, but there were plenty of crickets. The crickets churping was like violin music. Even though I was hungry I only ate the crickets that were already dead.

When the person stopped moving. There was a loud creak. Creeeeeak. Then the lid came off and plo. I was in a mossy place. Again there were see through walls. There in front of me was what I wanted. Water. I jumped in when some other frog croaked.

I tured around to find a boy fire belleied toad. He said his name was Flames. He gave me a tour of the place. It didn’t take very long to see for it was very small. After a dinner of meal worms, the crickets lollabied (AN: “lullabied”) us to sleep.

The next day there were no more crickets. (AN: Did Flames eat them during the night?? Glutton!) A few minutes later it was raining crickets. Then the shower stopped. Nobody was in the room. But, the cage door was open. I jumped out. Flames said I could go but he did not want to. So I just said okey.

I started off. First person I met was you guessed it. (AN: No, I didn’t.) The big feirce cat. I don’t know why they call her feirce. She was really Kind. She said I could sleep with her. (AN: Good to see I didn’t learn my lesson about frogs needing water.)

Sunrise was finaly here. I said I should be on my way. She said if I ever needed help, just to croak for her and she would be there. I started off for the second time. I walked (jumped) for seemed like days. It was probably only ten minutes.

Just as I was about to make a magnificant leap the person grabed me. He gave me the worst name. He called me froggie woggie. Isn’t that dumb? (AN: I don’t know; kinda has a nice ring to it). I think so. If I had a pet I would name my pet Earckle. (AN: Maybe I meant Urkle? Still, what the hell?) That is a nice name. He asked me what I was doing out of my cage. I didn’t aswer. I didn’t know his language. (It is not me writing this down. It is the cat.)

The boy picked me up and took me back to my cage. Plop! Back down into my cage I went. That was a loud one said Flames. “I guess so,” I said. (AN: How come I only sporadically use the correct punctuation for conversation?)

I needed help getting back outside my cage. I needed to get back to my pond. I needed to mate and have kids of my own. (AN: Woah there! Easy does it!) I need to get were I belonged. It probaly would take a long time but I would do my best.

Suddenly, I had a great idea. I breathed in very deeply, then . . . I made the loudest croak for help I posably could. When nothing happened I gave up. (AN: That was quick)

Then I heard a shout. It was the cat. She came after all. She got on a chair that was close to the cage, opened the lid and let me on her back. She told me to hold on as she shut the lid. She started running like a rocket. She ran out the cat door. (Also known as a dog door.) She said she could take me to where the trees begin, but then she would have to stop. I said that was good enough. She took me to the trees.

I got off. I said good-bye. She said she would come and see me when she could. I hopped into the trees. 2 years later I had mated. Splish! splash! It was like the night I was born. I left my eggs. Wondering if they would have an adventure, and would it be like mine.

Written: Age 7

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