“What in the hell is that sound?” dad asked a few minutes ago as he was in the kitchen cooking breakfast.
It sounded like this low loud moaning guttural sound coming from my bedroom window. I took a shower using my prescription shampoo and put on my lotion on my forehead and ears. My skin condition is quickly clearing up. I had the worst case of dandruff you have ever seen.
“Go outside and see what it is,” dad said after a breakfast of warmed honey buns and cheese toast.
We both walked outside to the side of the house and something started hopping. Maggie went crazy and was like, “BREAKFAST!!!!!” It was the biggest bullfrog you have ever seen – escaped from the creek down the road.
“Don’t let Maggie eat it,” dad said frantically as I grabbed her and held her back.
We caught the slimy frog, boxed it up, and dad left to go put it in the creek on his way to work. I swear! That was one loud frog. I had told a Twitter friend it sounded like an exotic animal outside my window – like something out of Africa.