i used to have a frog
its name was mojo.
it was very small. sort of dark. i found it really cute.
we kept it in a big plastic container with water and bricks and shit
with stuff like snails in it occasionally for it to eat.
one day, i came back home to find it gone.
frogs have this thing with sunlight. almost like photosynthesis, so we'd left the box outside.
mojo had disappeared without a trace. well, what could it have left behind? it was no snail. mojo had been a frog, after all.
i was just reading a story by murakami about a big frog.
say the word- frog. it's delightful.
frog, frog, frog. i could say it all day. frog.
it's almost funny. it brings a smile to my face.
frog frog frog. ribbet.
hello. i am a frog. i will pour tea for you and have civil conversation with you.
frog. i am a big frog.
frog.
i miss my frog sometimes :(
i would say i hope it's okay
but it's probably not.
it's probably dead.
but beyond all things of chance, i wish my little frogs guts weren't splayed out on some roadside to rot away in the sunlight, or digested by some nasty creature.
mojo will be my frog forever in my heart D<
and if i ever get another frog
i will name it mojo in mojo's memory.
frog. - smile -
HAHAHHAAH.
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Masakichi was a kind of special bear. And so the other bears, who weren't so special, tended to shun him.
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