Moss, is humor writer from Tennessee. She writes a
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things that happen to everyone.
She has written for the Daily News of Kingsport, Griffin Journal,
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Advocate, and Smyrna AM, a supplement of the Murfreesboro Daily News
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||A Boy's First Frog....
My grandson stood in the open garage door looking
out at the summer rain that had spoiled his plans to stretch the
day by playing outside in the dark and maybe even chasing
Just as he was about to go inside, he saw it - a jumping rock.
Then he realized it was not a rock at all, but something better - a FROG -
the stuff a young boy’s dreams are made of. It’s raining frogs, he
thought; maybe it really does rain frogs!
He ran inside wide-eyed to tell the news, "I saw a
"Are you sure?"
"Yes, it’s a frog, come and see."
And sure enough the frog was still there hunched down on the wet
driveway in the rain. "Can we catch it?" he asked. How
could anyone refuse the request of a wide-eyed boy who wanted to
chase a frog?
The frog sensed trouble and went hopping down the driveway with my
grandson hopping behind him squealing with delight, and my
daughter skipping puddles in the rain. After several attempts, the
elusive frog was captured.
The child held it in his small hands, feeling the life in the
"Can I take it inside?"
The frog was placed in a bucket that was too deep for the creature
to jump out, and taken inside to the light of the kitchen to
admire. My grandson looked at its bulging frog eyes, its webbed
feet, and touched its amphibian skin with wonder. It was a fine
A boy’s first frog is a big event in life. Grandma brought the
camera out to record the occasion as the boy beamed with excitement and posed
with the captured wild life.
"Can I keep it?" he pleaded.
"You can keep it for a little while, but then you have to
turn it loose so it can go home."
Grasping for a reason that a five-year-old could comprehend
without being told the gruesome details of a wild creature’s
slow death in captivity, my daughter replied, "Its mother
will be worried."
My grandson looked thoughtful, then suggested, "Maybe we
could catch the mother too?"
A child’s simple logic demands truth.
"Wild creatures need to be free, even frogs," explained
his mother. "Wild things cannot live unless they are free."
Finally, he understood and nodded. "Well, I’ll just keep it
for a little
while," he said, still not ready to give up ownership of such
a fascinating, bug-eyed creature.
Too soon it was time to return the frog to its environment. The
bucket was taken outside and turned on its side, and the creature
hopped away and disappeared into the flowerbed.
My grandson tried to find it among the daylilies the next morning,
but the frog was gone back to wherever frogs go to hide when there is no
torrential rain in which to play.
My grandson is still young. There will be more rain in his life
and other frogs that will come out on dark nights from secret places.
But this frog will always be special - there will never be another
exactly like this one.
It was a boy’s first frog.
Copyright 2004 Sheila Moss
Nashville, TN 37219
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