This is something I haven't told anyone at school. I have a frog named Richard. He's not flesh and blood, but mostly cotton. He's been my best friend since I was three. He smiles a lot, and when I hold him I feel so safe and not alone. He smells nice too.
When I was smaller he talked to me. Now he doesn't say much, but sits on the left side of the desk looking at me and smiling. He's very happy, and wears a long beady necklace.
When he first came he was a much darker green. Animals get paler as they get older. Years ago I used to think he was a prince, and I kissed him when I was still in first and second grade, hoping he would change, but he never did. At that time I though maybe he's a toad, and they don't transform?
I know he'll never change. Which is good. I think everyone needs someone who will always be the same, and always be there. Even if they are mostly cotton and velvet and smell nice.
Especially! if they smell nice.
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That's very nice! One should ALWAYS have a fuzzy friend.
Sigh. I've kissed many frogs in my time- I'm willing to say they NEVER turn into princes.
I am distinctly frog-like.
---Gurdev Patinder
Does that mean you are slimy or does it mean pale green velvet?
Or do you have big googooly eyes?
I'm just guessing that he has webbing between his slimy green toes.
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