Personal Narrative: Buddy

‘The Secret Life of Frogs’ is a poem that delves into the childhood perception of war, in particular World War I, and the experiences of their fathers. ‘The Secret Life of Frogs’ deals with the idea of misunderstandings incurred when children attempt to understand adult concepts. This is evident through the use of punning. The term ‘Frog’, which is frequently used throughout the poem adds amusement to the text because to the readers, it not only translates literally to a frog, but also represents the rival French people in the war through a negative light. However, the narrator, who is also one of the children in the poem, does not understand this other meaning attached to the term ‘frog’. This can clearly be seen in the final sentence

collecting frogs as a surprise for Doc. Eventually, they finally earn enough money to have the

Then I begged my mom and dad for a guinea pig for a long time. And after a long time of begging and telling them how responsible I was, my mom and dad finally broke down. They said, “ Fine, you can have a guinea pig, but you have to agree to take care of it.” “ Yes!” , I shouted. So my mom took me to the pet store to get the guinea pig a cage. We went to a pet store that was closing, so everything was ½ off . We got a large blue cage with a wire top, a wooden house, a metal food bowl, and a bunch of toys. Then the day after that we went to a different pet store to get the guinea pig. I ended up choosing a male, baby guinea pig.

The most famous story about Smiley and his frog was when Dan'l didn't jump. One day, a stranger came to town. He questioned what was in a box Smiley was carrying. It was the frog, Dan’l Webster. He didn't think the frog was anything special, so Smiley decided to prove the stranger wrong. He went to the swap and caught another frog then quickly returned to the stranger. They bet $40 dollars and started the race. The new frog jumped away immediately but Dan’l Webster didn't move at all. The Stranger walked away with the cash. When Smiley investigated Dan’l, there was a huge amount of quail shot. Smiley gave chase after the stranger but he could not find

Today we gather here as friends, not just frogs, to celebrate and mourn the life of our beloved friend, hero, and animal; Archie Frog. He was such a great frog who we will remember deeply in our hearts and never forget. Anyways, let’s take a few moments to remember his life. Archie was born and always had a dream of helping the world and being a hero in the frog society. He’d go out at night and kill many bugs bothering his fellow neighbors, with a goal in mind to protect others.

collected frogs and cats for Western Biological, were currently living in those large rusty pipes in

read about how a man used a frog just for a bet they would ask many questions in their head about the

Then, after we were done, we left to go to the zoo, we made a few stops on the way. We stopped at a store to get some drinks and snacks, after that we made it to the Little Rock zoo. First, we have seen the elephants section, that’s my mom’s favorite animal, next we go over to the lions section they were hiding really well. Then, we went to the frogs section,

Tuesday, March 6th, 2018 at approximately 4:30 p.m., I Detective L. Donegain was contacted by Sergeant P. Orellano in-reference to a possible overdose at 415 Tradewinds Drive apartment B, Fayetteville, North Carolina 28304. I was advised Patrol Officers were on scene and standing by.

Long ago, but somehow in the future, there lived a frog named Woggle, and his much more interesting brother named, Wiggles. One day Woggle and Wiggles where tired of living out in the wilderness, they didn’t want to be like the other frogs they wanted to live in city, because they knew the city would contain many opportunities, but they lack the knowledge of the dangers in the city. They eventually made up their minds and they went to the big city. When they arrived at the city they didn’t like what they saw, large trucks, loud traffic and crowds of people, they didn’t like any of it. Though it was bad they still had hope, so Woggle took a deep breath and took his first step out into the street, but then, all of the sudden a runaway train burst through a building and ran onto the street. Woggle screamed and sacked the train.

Wallace doesn’t think it’s that simple, though. Was the scorpion that calm? Did dying mean so little to him? Why didn’t any of the other frogs help? It was a stream, right? There had to have been other frogs. Maybe they already warned the idiot frog, maybe they told him countless times.

Lennie watched as the Frog bounded between the Lilly pads on the water, he saw the frog’s eyes dart suddenly, as it sensed its prey was near. It sank under the water and let the current pull it down stream and then suddenly it jumped out of the water like a cork comes out of a wine bottle, its eyes gleamed and its tongue darted out of its mouth and in a flash the fly was gone. “That’ll be me in a sec” mumbled Lennie hopelessly. There was a faint buzzing sound then the frog was gone as quickly as it had come. Silence once again fell on the river much to Lennie’s disappointment, he liked not having to think of the mornings happenings.

It was just the beginning of February. The winter cold, brutal, and yet normal for the people living in Michigan. My best friend Brian, his uncle Craig, and I were driving back together from Craig’s up north cottage. Brian and I were riding passenger with Craig in his Chevy Silverado pick-up. We were coming back from the annual Perchville Polar Bear Plunge that took place in Tawas, Michigan. A lot was on my mind since it was the second semester of my senior year, and graduation was right around the corner. I had no idea what I wanted to do, or where my future would take me.

Racing at night going One-hundred and forty miles an hour on US-27 holding the lead, Shift six gear, speed topped out at two-hundred miles per hour passing by cars smoothly. I chanted I am immortal, I am a god! while I pushed my sports bike to its limit. Suddenly a black car approaches. WHAM! I get Rammed from behind and lose control of my bike slamming into a Semi-truck up ahead. Lights out. When I peeked my eyes, I saw 4 humans around me. Thump after thumb I believe I was in an ambulance rushing down the turnpike. I looked around and the first words that came to my head are “Rick this is just a dream”. This is the story of how I escaped from an illegal laboratory that clones and modifies humans.

‘Now, you dear good old Ratty,’ said Toad imploringly, ‘don’t begin to talking in that stiff and sniffy sort of way, because you know you’ve got to come. I can’t possibly manage without you, so please consider it settled and don’t argue – it’s the one thing I can’t stand. You surely don’t mean to stick to your dull fusty old river all your life, and just live in a hole in a bank, and boat? I want to show you the world! I’m going to make an animal out of you, my boy!’