The Fireworks

The frogs were so very very very hungry. They were so hungry they felt faint, they were so hungry they thought they would die. So they went looking for flies. There were three of them and they figured they would need about three thousand flies between them to be stuffed, and together they wondered where they could find three thousand flies.

“We should check the fly stadium, see if the black flies are playing the red flies, and if they are we can eat the spectators,” said Jack.

“But it’s a Thursday,” said Peter, “so there won’t be a game.”

They all shook their heads.

“We should check the fly beach, see if the the flies are having picnics and swimming in the sun, and if they are we can eat the sunbathers,” said Frankie.

“But it’s raining,” said Peter, “so there won’t be anyone there.”

They all shook their heads.

“Alright, smarty pants, what’s your idea?” asked Jack.

“It’s the fourth of July,” said Peter, “all of the flies will be in the big field watching the fireworks.”

The three of them nodded.

They went to the fireworks field, and they saw all the thousands of flies lined up against the grass. As the first firework went off, the three of them hopped towards the flies with their mouths open. The flies saw them and they were so scared. But then, the frogs hopped with their mouths and they were so greedy that they ate the fireworks, and ZOOM! The three of them shot up into the air, and POP! They exploded in a shower of sparks.

“Ooooooooo” said the flies.

“Ahhhhhhhh” said the flies.

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Written on 2/13/16 at RMSC for a little boy.

The Fireworks