I caught one at the lake. My friend's mom told me where an American Bullfrog was and I caught it. And then I kissed it. He didn't turn into a prince! Or a princess!! I put it in a bucket and brought across the lake and then it didn't feel good. So I gave it a stick. Then it still didn't feel good so I let it go. He hopped under a tree.
He felt smooth and he gripped my fingers with his little froggy hands. And he went home to his family. And I was sad. This is what he would have looked like when he was a tadpole.
Next year I'm going to find him. And I'm going to take him on a boat ride, in a speed boat. If I get one.
Pictures are from here and here.
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