When I was much younger, my cousins and I went "frog hunting". In the ditches around that small Illinois town, there were bullfrogs. We were after a certain one, too. Sure, you hear about bullfrogs being the bigger frogs... but we were after the biggest of the big: Moby Bullfrog. Moby Bullfrog we did find, in a ditch about 3 blocks from the house. It was a long search, but about 5 minutes after we found him, my new found pet was sitting in an inch of water in a cooler. I named him Spike. I checked on Spike almost every five minutes. My mother wasn't thrilled... but she admitted that our monster frog really was as big as we described. Probably thirty minutes after we had gotten Spike, I went to check on him. He wasn't looking too happy. I was concerned and went to ask my mother about it, knowing what she'd say. She told us he couldn't survive in the cooler. I knew what I had to do. With love in my heart, I said goodbye to my friend Spike, as he hopped off down the next sewage pipe.
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Jul 13, 2007