This is a collection of bedtime stories, written and told by me to my little girl.



















Monday, January 10, 2011

Frogs On Ice

It was a cold wintery morning and the pond was frozen over. The only sign
of life was resting atop the exposed lily pads. There sat two frogs trying
to decide what to do. They were upset because the cold weather had ruined
their plans.

"Well, we can't go fishing," Hoppsy said to Croaker. Hoppsy was a very
pretty frog. She had light green spots and long eyelashes.

Croaker responded after a long silence, "I would suggest swimming, but
the pond is frozen solid." Croaker was more brown then green. He had strong
jumping legs and they helped him swim fast too. Croaker stepped from his
lily pad to the surface of the pond. He was showing Hoppsy that they
wouldn't be able to swim. The ice was cold and slippery and Croaker slid
away from the lily pad patch. Hoppsy stepped off her lily pad to join
Croaker, spinning as she slid.She spun and slid and laughed as she went.

Croaker started laughing too. Hoppsy slid right into Croaker knocking
them both to the ice. They both started laughing even louder. They decided
to spend the rest of the day playing on the frozen pond. They slipped and
slid and spun out of control. It was the most fun they had in a long time.

Told on Jan. 10, 2011

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