When I saw bricks coming my way, I sprinted for my life. Away from my only home. Away from my family. Away from my life. I wandered for a few days until I found a small pond. BUT, the pond got made into a fountain that still stands today. Shivering and starving, I went back to my past home. Little 4th graders were rubbing their tiny fingers on what looked like pop-its. Croak, croak! they went. A thought came into my head. Us frogs were remembered!
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