Excellent A short story about a frog playing dead. Playing Dead by eliz100

Here I am again, playing dead for the umpteenth time so that old fart Freddy does not jump my bones. I crack my eyes open and see him sitting on a lily pad. "I can outlast him." "One hundred bottles of beer on the wall. Take one down and pass it around." "Ninety-nine bottles of beer on the wall. Take one down and pass it around." I think I will take a nap to kill time. The next thing I know, I am startled awake. That old fart Freddy was kissing my toe. I jumped up and hopped away as fast as I could. I lost him in the marsh. Freddy could not keep up because of his bum knee. A biology student started his dissection, but Freddy escaped. He hid out in the lab until the last day of school and escaped back to the pond. I guess playing dead is not the best strategy for dealing with that old fart Freddy. Recognized Author Notes This was a fun piece to write. I recently had Covid and am trying to find my writing muse again, It seems l lost my picture. It was a female frog playing dead so the male frogs would not bother her.

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