[thirty-eight]
Once upon a time there was a little frog. There was this boy that liked this frog, but couldn't understand why. If there was any real explanation, it was something obviously sick and morbid, and therefore should be told to the world. This little frog was just an innocent little frog, until one day that boy came at it with a look in his eye. The frog screamed in despair. He knew what was to come. The boy had a firecracker in his hand, shaking it wildly infront of the frog's eyes. He was laughing, and although it seemed like it would be a bad idea, he took out a match and lit it anyway. The frog, freaked out, tried to jump, but the boy was too fast. The firecracker was beyond the frog's lips in seconds, and bam. That was the end of the sorry little frog. The boy, who had many a wheelz, continued to laugh.
February 7, 2011 - Jess :]
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