Ribbit. Riiiiibiiiit! Oh I hate it when they do that! I hate frogs! I hate, I hate, I hate frogs! They are oh, so noisy. I wish I could throw stones at them!
Tommy was angry. They had just moved into the new house 2 weeks ago from the city to this small town which his parents really love. They had claimed that it was quiet and the scenery would be lovely, he’d loved it too. However, since the day they had moved in, the weather had been dreary. The storm had came suddenly just when Tommy wanted to go out and explore the new town. He had been very good, placing all his toys and stuff on the proper places where his mama had told him to.
When the storm came, it wouldn’t stop. It stopped only when Tommmy went to bed. When he woke up, the rain came again sometimes in torrents, sometimes lightly but it was still too heavy to play. Bored with playing with his Superman and Batman, he had looked through the window and the frogs had been busy too. They ribit throughout the day and night, it seemed to Tommy. The frogs were so loud one night that Tommy had tossed and turned unable to sleep. He was very grumpy the next morning.
“Tommy? Don’t look so sad. The sun will come out soon,” his mother had told him that day.
“When? When will it come out?” he asked grumpily.
“Soon, sweetie, soon.”
“How soon?”
“Well…”
“I hate you!” Tommy shouted and stormed off to his room, sulking. His father had came in to talk to him but was met with silence.
The frogs seemed to be silent now. There was no more sound of the rain falling against the roof too. Tommy looked at the window, the sun was out! Happy, he put on his boots and ran out to the yard dancing and laughing.
“Yay!” He shouted to the sky, startling a few birds that were hiding in the bushes. Looking at the ground, he saw something green. He went closer and saw that it was a little frog. It seemed to be unable to move, twitching a little sometimes. Examining it carefully, he realised that it was hurt, one of the hind legs was pierced by a sharp twig.
“Humph! Serves you right,” he spoke to the frog. However, he couldn’t walk away, his mother had told him to be kind to animals and everyone. He touched the frog lightly, it twitched again.
“Well, I can’t leave you here, you might be eaten by the birds. If I help you, will you promise not to ribit so loud at night?” He felt silly, talking like that to the frog but the frog seemed to nod. Biting his lips, he carried the frog carefully into the house.
“Mama! Help! The frog is hurt!” He cried.
“Oh dear! Let’s take it to the vet.” With that they left for the vet. After the trip back, Tommy took care of the frog and started calling him Froggie.
Froggie was able to jump a little each day and it jumped higher and higher every day. Tommy was happy to see it jumping around. He let it out when it was time for Froggie to eat. The vet had told him that since Froggie was from the yard, it should eat from the yard. That was to make sure that it would not forget how to catch flies.
A month later, Frogie had healed completely. “You should be home now. Go on,” he settled Froggie down. It didn’t move.
“Oh comon, we’ll still be able to see each other.” With that, Froggie leapt away. They remained as friends for a long time.
Do you have any pets that understand you like Froggie does?
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