Little Froggie
Ribbit. Riiiiibiiiit! Oh I hate it when they do that! I hate frogs! I hate, I hate, I hate frogs! They are oh, so noisy. I wish I could throw stones at them!
Tommy was angry. They had just moved into the new house 2 weeks ago from the city to this small town which his parents really love. They had claimed that it was quiet and the scenery would be lovely, he’d loved it too. However, since the day they had moved in, the weather had been dreary. The storm had came suddenly just when Tommy wanted to go out and explore the new town. He had been very good, placing all his toys and stuff on the proper places where his mama had told him to.
When the storm came, it wouldn’t stop. It stopped only when Tommmy went to bed. When he woke up, the rain came again sometimes in torrents, sometimes lightly but it was still too heavy to play. Bored with playing with his Superman and Batman, he had looked through the window and the frogs had been busy too. They ribit throughout the day and night, it seemed to Tommy. The frogs were so loud one night that Tommy had tossed and turned unable to sleep. He was very grumpy the next morning.
