There was a frog that didn’t care about his looks or his hair. One rainy day he went out to play forgetting his rain coat on the way. He hopped on the grass and onto a leaf fell off and grabbed a bite to eat. A fly buzzed by and said. ’Mr. Frog there is a bug on your head!’ “A bug” he croaked frightened and sad. My play day is over and I’m not glad. The rain had stopped and the frog hopped away but not before he heard the bug on his head say.‘Stop come and play. The sun is out the sky is blue and I’m your friend because I’m part of you.’ A mirror he saw and in it he did see his bug was his hair shiny and green. The pitter patter of rain had flicked his hair into a strange curl but he didn’t care. He hopped away all slimy and green his curl standing up for all to be seen. His eyes tired his play day over a bed waits in a field of clover. With a flick of his tongue and his curl complete the time had come for this fancy frog to sleep.
Posted on: Thu, 23 Jan 2014 04:21:52 +0000
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