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"Wunts a pon a time I had a frog. He would eat and eat intil he was stufft. He liked to hop. He was green. He was a tadpole. Then he grow legs. Then he grow arms and his tail gos away. Then finully he can go on land. He will eat the flys. His eiys are lite brown. We play together. He swims in the pond. He has frends. And his tung is stickey. If we protect frogs thay will protect us. Frogs are different…I teach him how to hop. Frogs are nice to look at sometimes. I think about my frog when I am gone. When I get home I will let him go play outside. We have a hole in are door wen he wants to go bake inside agen…….! The end