October 31, 2006
RIP Mr. Frog
I had a pet frog. Every morning when I left my house, there he was waiting for me on my doorstep. “Good bye Mr. Frog!” “Ribbit, bye T-tor” he would croak. One day he wasn’t there. That’s ok. I later found him INSIDE my house. Should I leave him in or put him out? I decided to put him outside. It was better that way. Mr. Frog had other plans. When I went to scoop him up, he was nowhere to be found. No further thought….
Finally after a long weekend, I rolled out of bed on Monday to drag myself to school. As I was stepping out the front door, who should I see just inside the door frame? Yes, it was…Mr. Frog?? But he looked so skinny. and his skin was a slightly different color. Upon closer inspection I saw that Mr. Frog was covered in dust and hair. Mr. Frog was….dead. 
I scooped him up (with a piece of paper) and laid him gently in the flower bed (across the street) and said my last “Good bye Mr. Frog” before heading off on my bike.
