GOOD STORY. I’LL BET THE FROGS ARE HAPPIER, TOO.
One day, the little girl sat playing by the lake and a very large frog hopped up. The little girl sat back and watched it, her mouth open. She’d seen frogs but she’d never seen one like this, it’s head big with protruding eyes, it’s body fat and round, and its color the luminous deep green she could sometimes see over the side of the boat when her father took her sailing.
Suddenly, the frog’s tongue shot out and caught a fly buzzing at the little girl’s toe. She was so surprised, she burst out laughing and clapped her hands. “How’d you do that?” she said and tried to stick her tongue out the same way, very fast, straight out.
The big frog chuckled deep. “Not that way, Little Girl. You have to unroll and flip it out.”
The little girl tried once more, lifting her chin, curling her tongue…
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