Bzzzzzzzz. I hate mosquitos. They think they own the world... and they dont even taste good. I stuck an arm out. It was raining. I closed my eyes again. This mushroom was small, I felt rather cramped. It didnt help that there was a frog also staying under the same mushroom. I hate frogs more than mosquitos. They think they're superior to us just because they have smooth skin. I nudge him. "Hey French dinner, why are you so afraid of getting wet?" He hopped out into the rain and just as quickly hopped back, nudging me back with his slimy, wet body. "I'm not. I just want to make your life miserable wort face". I hate frogs. I moved to the other side of the mushroom, hoping the stem would be enough to permanently separate us for the remainder of the storm. An earth worm popped up to my left. "Mine" I called. Warning the slime wad that if he went for it I would find the nearest predator and walk him over, rain be damned. I went to get it and my tongue hit his. I growled and yelled "I called it! My tongue touched yours! Gross!" The frog smirked. "I got it first." I hopped out into the rain and found a fow. It chased me back to the mushroom where the frog sat wondering what I was doing. When he saw the fox, he stated hopping away. The fox chased after the frog because slimeballs are far more delicious than toads. I sat back under the mushroom and closed my eyes until I felt a paw grabbing at me. Apparently the frog had hopped into the water and the fox, still hungry, returned for me. I hate frogs.
- (Post Dedicated to My best friend Zoe Wilkerson)
