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Peter kept the bucket of frogs in the bedroom closet, just in case
Spent the first part of the week mourning the frogs’ passing, and now I understand that the polar bears are on their way out, too.
“Good morning Keith,” said the frogs and owls, giggling and ducking just out of his peripheral vision.
Miss Jane and Becky, having heard about the boot-secret-bribery scandal waited at the scrine club house door - Becky with a hazy smile, a frog, a teacup and a yellow flower and Miss Jane with a scowl and a cricket bat.
Every neighborhood in Keith's World has a minimum of four peepers, but only the chorus frog kind.
When she saw the straw leaking from his head and felt the zippo in her front pocket she might have saved herself eighteen years of suffering; but she kissed him instead.
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