Frogs

On a warm summer day my mom and I went down to our slow running creek. It had green and red moss in it, with humongous willow trees nearby. There were polished stones on the bottom of the creek with clear water. Green grass was all around. I could see the fish swimming around in the creek.

When I was little, my brother took me down to the creek a lot. We caught huge and tiny frogs; we always let them go. Con, my brother, made me put them back. I wanted to keep them, because they were cool. We always waded into the creek to catch the frogs.

I took him and the toys into the bathroom. I filed the sink with water. Then I put him in, and put some rocks in with him. He swam around and floated on his stomach. He almost jumped of the sink.

I went to my windowsill and found some flies and put them in the sink. He nibbled on the flies a little. The sink was getting a little dirty. We started playing with the toys I had gotten out for him. My mom came into the bathroom. She said, (NO!) I begged her to let me keep him. So I walk down to the creek.

When I went down to let him go. I just couldn’t do it. I new though he had to be let go, because he had to be outside. He swam away quickly.

Ever since then I have liked frogs. One day we were at my grandma’s house and I asked if I could print frog pictures off the computer. She said yes then I put some plastic covers over them, so they would not get them ruined. When my mom came to get me I showed her. We went to the store and bought a binder so I could put them in.

Now my room is filled with frogs. (Stuffed frogs) Frog knickknacks on the shelves. I will always like frogs because there’re slippery and cool.