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The Leap
It was just your typical sunny summer afternoon, and I was hopping along in the long grass. I was looking for someplace cool, to settle down and rest. Suddenly, the brightsun was completely blocked out. There was no way a tree branch could have created this shadow, I was in the middle of a field.
I look up to find a little girl hovering above me. Before I could get the chance to hop away, as quickly as I could, she had already put her dirty little fingers around my body. I squirmed and wiggled, trying to escape the enclosement of her hands squeezing around my torso. She walked me to what seemed like her garage. From there, using her free hand, she picked up a large orange toy bucket. She plopped me down inside the bucket. I was relieved to be left alone for a minute. But she soon came back. She dropped some leaves and sticks in the bucket to make me feel more comfortable, how kind of her.
“Sarah,” I hear from a distance, “Where are you honey?”
The girl jolts inside the house leaving me in the plastic bucket. This is my chance to escape. I took the opportunity, and tried to get a little boost by climbing on one of the sticks in the bucket. With all my might I make the biggest leap I could towards the edge of the top. I clear the edge of the bucket with about a centimeter to spare. I am free again.
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I wrote this story, inspired by my own childhood. I used to catch frogs all the time, and so I thought it would be interesting to write what it would feel like from the frogs perspective.