Abortions seem to be the topic of the day. Everyone has their own opinion of the subject, and one can get into some big discussions on the subject. I have my opinion on the topic, and in a one on one, I will be happy to give my point of view, and I will listen to your point of view. Yep, that discussion would need to be a two-way discussion. You would not change my mind and I would not change yours, but we would understand the other person’s point of view.
Enough on that topic, and I do not have anything else to speak or write about, but maybe I can create something else to report. I guess I could make up a story about a frog. If there was a story about a frog, would it be interesting?
The following is a story about a frog named Zog.
It was in the summer of 1985; the weather was hot and dry as usual in west Texas. Now a lady name Ethel had a small flower bed with a few flowers. On either end of this small flower bed was a light blue flower pot which was made of glass, and these flower pots were about 12 inches tall. Both flower pots had flowers that needed to be watered every couple days. In one of the flower pots the frog Zog lived.
On the days when Ethel would water these flowers, the frog Zog would jump out of the pot and hide under a small log until she finished watering. When Ethel would finish watering and leave the area Zog would go half way down the flower bed where his friend Ed, the frog lived. Now Ed was a frog like Zog, but he was much older and could no longer jump from the ground all the way up into the flower pots, so Ed now has his home in a hole in the ground.
Zog and Ed are good friends, and each night they would get together and both go through the flower bed looking for any large or small juicy bugs. The two friends had been lucky as there were plenty of bugs in this flower bed.
One day Ethel was noticing that some of the leaves on her pretty little flowers, appeared to have been eaten by some bugs. Two days later when Ethel was again watering her flowers, she noticed more leaves had been chewed on, or were missing. She thought, “I need to do something to get rid of these bugs”, so she called a friend who suggested she get some bug spray and spray all the flowers in the little flower bed.
The next time Ethel went to town to buy groceries for the week, she also bought some bug spray. Returning home Ethel read the instructions on the bug spray, which said spray the flowers late in the evening, just before dark. Ethel was good at following instructions so she did as the instructions said, and sprayed everything in the little flower bed that evening.
Well as usual, Zog met with Ed just a little after dark and they begin hunting for juicy bugs. They were surprised at how many they were finding on the ground that evening, and Ed noted that the juicy bugs seem to have a different taste, to which Zog agreed. The two friends filled their bellies and returned to their hiding places, Ed in his hole, and Zog in his flower pot.
During the night, both Ed and Zog became sick, both had stomach aches and were throwing up. The next morning Zog was still sick, and feeling very weak, as he jumped out of the flower pot and went to check on his old friend Ed…
The point to the above story is, I had a discussion with someone the other day, who had been asked to write a fiction story. I had suggested, when you are asked to write about a fiction story just get started and make up things as you go. Fiction is nothing more than fibs that are written down.
You can make up the ending.
Fiction and imagination!
Senior retired fiction creator, and one time truth teller, Don the Ford
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