My frog died.
He was bluish and crispy and floating wrong side up, down at the bottom of the tank.
It was my fault.
It was Ice Storm 07 and I was in a rush to evacuate.
Get all the important things.
All the survival essentials.
I forgot the frog.
I returned 3 days later to survey property damage.
I found him damaged.
Dead.
So mom made a tiny coffin and dad buried him at the top of the hill.
Rest in peace little toad.
Come back as a prince in your next life.
And look me up when you get here.
2 comments:
jim dandy to the rescue, jim dandy to the rescue...
maybe he has now reunited with his missing arm
sounds like you're working real hard!!!
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