The Frog

by Coco aged 12

Trudge, trudge, walking to school
Splash, splash, water bucketing down
When something as small as my thumbnail
hopped out from the gutter,
‘Croak, croak!’
It looked at me
Plod, plod, I crept closer,
my feet were nearly touching it,
and it didn’t hop away.
After a while it seemed extremely bored
So, my new green friend
went ‘croak, croak’ and hopped away.

I got to school still amazed
That was the thing that made my day
Even though I tried to explain it
No one believed me!
Well that’s sad for them
They will never know
about that frog
that made my day.

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