Yes, another one! Not at my house this time, though. Word is apparently out on the amphibious and reptilian grapevine that I’m their go-to girl.
I was going into Jay C grocery when I saw a man with a little boy leaving. The man was sort of booting something ahead of them, saying, “Watch out for the frog.” I thought he was making a joke with his son, but then I saw it was an actual FROG! The man was kind of nudging it and kind of helping it along with some extra elevation. When he had it in the vestibule, he left. I could hear him calling to the people coming into the vestibule, “Don’t run over the frog!”
Well, what could I do? I’m asking you, what else could I do?
I left my cart and went out and scooped up the frog before somebody could step on the li’l bubber. Then I thought, “Now what? Out side, there are a few pots of chrysanthemums and about a hunnert acres of asphalt. Where did a frog come from, anyway?”
Ah! The area behind the store is undeveloped and then residential. So I walked around to the back of the building and, sure enough, there was Frogland. I suppose the little daredevil hopped into the store through the loading dock and made his way far enough for Mr. Boots to give him the wrong directions.
This is my day to post at Fatal Foodies, so I am. Not about frog’s legs, either.
A WRITING PROMPT FOR YOU: What would your character do if a squidgy creature needed assistance in a public place?