Bob the frog was a country frog, but he had never been to New York City so one day he bought a ticket. He went to the city with no plans, with the goal to just wander around the streets and get a little lost, and sure enough after about an hour of walking Bob found himself hopelessly lost. He stopped to get donuts and coffee, and was letting the city just kind of wash over him (while trying to ignore the vague worry that he would never find his way back to the hotel) when he noticed, out of the corner of his eye, that a raccoon was following him.
Now, this raccoon looked hungry, and Bob considered that he must look downright delicious, and so he took off hop-hop-hopping down the street, with the raccoon in lick-lipping pursuit. They ran for blocks and blocks, past hipster restaurants and small parks, past people walking strange looking dogs and buskers playing music on the sidewalk, until at last the raccoon cornered Bob on a wharf. With the Atlantic Ocean at his prey’s back and nowhere to run, the raccoon approached, and told Bob that this was what he got for being a tourist. But Bob jumped in the water like the frog he was, and swam his way, first to safety, and then to the statue of liberty, where he looked at the city skyline and thought to himself that all things considered New York City was pretty great.
Written on 1/16/16 at the Rochester Museum and Science Center for a boy whose favorite city was New York City.