2 Stories from 66b
Story 1.
Frog always spent his Sunday morning relaxing at the far edge of the pond on the lily pads. It was the only time Frog had to unwind from a busy week of hopping about aimlessly. Frog would think about how his life seemed to be going so fast and that it seemed only yesterday that he was a tadpole.
One particular Sunday as Frog was making his way towards his favourite lily pad he realised it was occupied by a toad, Frog’s arch enemy. Frog challenged the toad to a fight to get his lily pad back. Out of nowhere however more toads appeared and Frog realised he was completely outnumbered. Quickly Frog turned and hopped away as fast he could followed by twenty angry toads. Eventually Frog managed to lose the horde of toads by hiding behind a large tree trunk.
Frog realised he could never go back to his favourite spot at the far edge of the pond on the lily pads. A tear fell from his eye and was lost amongst the morning dew.
Story 2. Eds Pelican Story
Sanchez the pelican flew. He didn’t know where he was going, nor what he would do when he got there. His wings beat the air. He didn’t know where he had been, nor what he had been doing there. Sanchez didn’t care. He was a pelican, and pelicans don’t care. He flew on, and reached his destination.
Frog always spent his Sunday morning relaxing at the far edge of the pond on the lily pads. It was the only time Frog had to unwind from a busy week of hopping about aimlessly. Frog would think about how his life seemed to be going so fast and that it seemed only yesterday that he was a tadpole.
One particular Sunday as Frog was making his way towards his favourite lily pad he realised it was occupied by a toad, Frog’s arch enemy. Frog challenged the toad to a fight to get his lily pad back. Out of nowhere however more toads appeared and Frog realised he was completely outnumbered. Quickly Frog turned and hopped away as fast he could followed by twenty angry toads. Eventually Frog managed to lose the horde of toads by hiding behind a large tree trunk.
Frog realised he could never go back to his favourite spot at the far edge of the pond on the lily pads. A tear fell from his eye and was lost amongst the morning dew.
Story 2. Eds Pelican Story
Sanchez the pelican flew. He didn’t know where he was going, nor what he would do when he got there. His wings beat the air. He didn’t know where he had been, nor what he had been doing there. Sanchez didn’t care. He was a pelican, and pelicans don’t care. He flew on, and reached his destination.
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