All I was doing
was sitting there.
And then the crushing,
almost
unbearable
weight came.
The horrible
pain.
It left almost
as quickly
as it had come.
I am Scraw, the toad, and this is my story
of how bad things you least expected to happen,
can be made right.
This story is of
forgiveness.
After I had dragged myself out of danger,
I rested.
My legs were beginning to go numb,
but whenever I moved,
it still hurt.
Like
fire
stabbing
into
my back.
Then I heard a familiar
roar.
I struggled vainly,
trying to escape the
terrible memories
that
haunted me.
But by the time I
realized it was
no use,
the roar had
disappeared.
A few moments later,
a huge monster
leaned over me.
A Bigfoot!
I had only heard
about these great,
two-legged
creatures
that
roamed the land.
They killed plenty of
toads
and
frogs,
our
distant and slimy
cousins,
so I had a right to be
terrified
when the thing saw me.
It must have been surprised, too,
because then,
the Bigfoot jumped.
I struggled even more,
trying to hop,
or run.
I immediately regretted it as
pain shot through me.
The Bigfoot,
and later the pain,
creeped away s l o w l y.
But unlike the pain,
the Bigfoot did not return.
After some time of struggling and resting,
I heard the strange bigfoot voices.
And huge hands reached
d
o
w
n
to pick me up.
I thrashed and bucked,
but the hands held tight.
I was lifted high off of the ground.
My stomach flew into my throat.
I had only ever been in the air when i
hopped,
but I had heard stories of the flying feeling.
And then we began to move.
As we raced over the ground,
I realized
my
rescuer.
The Bigfoot!
The same one that had found me.
I was very grateful,
and I
wished
I could tell it that.
I knew it would never understand me,
so instead I
remained
silent
and tried not to lose the
dragonfly
I had enjoyed
yesterday
for
lunch.
I was in a peaceful place,
grassy
and
safe.
The Bigfoots had
brought me here.
Funny,
how the same things that almost killed me,
carried a
glimmer of
hope.
I sat,
wondering
and
pondering,
when I felt a
final peace
come over me.
The floating sensation
returned,
but no hands held me.
I looked down,
and saw my body.
At first I was frightened,
but then I knew.
I turned and looked up.
There, waiting for me,
were hundreds of
frogs
and
toads.
I couldn’t wait to
join
them.
Author’s Note
This tale is based off of a true story when I was in third grade. My friend Allie and I rescued a toad that we think was hit by a car. In third grade I wrote a narrative piece about it, and now I have turned it into a longer story from the frog’s perspective. This story is very meaningful to me and my friend Allie that helped me save him.
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