Frogs

            The
rocks were a bit slippery, so I cautiously followed the boys. There were some
patches of cattails, and I noticed a few pollywogs. I immediately started
looking for frogs. I was sort of lagging behind, thinking about my own creek
and the games we played, while the boys splashed up ahead. It didn’t take me
long to find a little frog, and I picked it up.

            “Hey, look what I found,” I yelled
at them.

            Mathew and Bobby turned around and
came back.

            “Cool, look at that,” Mathew said,
reaching to touch the frog that I had cupped in my hand.

            “You like frogs?” Mathew asked,
surprised.

            He was gentle when he stroked the
little guy and his fingers couldn’t help but touch my hand in doing so.

            “Yeah, we have a creek at the end of
our street, and they're all over the place, even bullfrogs.”





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