It's no secret. I loath frogs. Any and all frogs. I am an equal opportunity frog hater. So I am certain the powers-at-be knew exactly what they were doing when they sent me this frog loving boy.
Ugh. My skin is crawling just looking at this picture. He was soo proud of himself. And to that I say good for him. As long as he stayed on the other side of the picnic table and I had my zoom lens I could be happy for him.Along came this whippersnapper with the "not so innocent smile" on her face.
She is Sydney's all creature loving friend, Lauren. She also got way to close to me with one of those frogs. She was the only one who thought she was funny.
She and Andrew were in cahoots together.
Lauren discovered that one of the frogs she and Andrew had caught had been stepped on **snicker, snicker**
and could not move. She was not laughing anymore. "Melanie, we have to help it." she says. To which I responded, "Ok, go lay it under the tire of my car and I will put it out of it's misery." I was the only one laughing at that. **snicker, snicker**
Lauren sat in the grass for about 15 minutes petting and talking to the injured frog.
Then Sydney came along.
She was mildly concerned but only concerned enough to watch. I taught her right.
Andrew brought sticks to make casts for its legs. Whata guy!But then it was time to play with the horses and thankfully, the injured frog was put in the bushes and forgotten about.
And no one was happier about that than me! And probably the frog too.
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