This is my entry for the Valentiny contest over at Susanna Hill’s blog.
There is always hope for friendship.
I Love You More Than Grubs and Flies
Toad and Frog are not friends. They do not play together and they never exchange Valentines.
Toad lives in the garden. Frog lives in the pond.
“You’re all slimy,” Toad yells to Frog.
“Well you’re covered with bumps,” Frog shouts back.
“You have fly breath,” croaks Toad.
“At least I don’t eat grubs,” Frog croaks, even louder.
All night long, back and forth, Frog and Toad croak insults at each other.
Finally, Grandpa Bullfrog could stand no more. With a mighty “RIBBIT” he silences the two youngsters.
“Enough! Maybe you two should think about all the ways you are alike.”
“Well, I was born right here in this pond,” croaks Frog.
“Hey, I was too,” Toad croaks back.
“I like to eat mosquitos,” ribbits Toad.
“Yum, mosquitos are my favorite,” Frog replies.
All night long, back and forth, Frog and Toad croak about the things they both like.
Grandpa Bull Frogs closes his eyes and smiles.
This year, Frog and Toad each make a special Valentine for the other.
To my friend Frog: I love you even more than eating grubs. ❤️
To my friend Toad: I love you even more than catching flies. ❤️
Toad and Frog are friends.