Fred sat eating a PB and J sandwich and drinking some cold milk when something by the window caught his eye. He looked in awe at the fat flying frogs passing by. One raised a webbed foot and saluted him. Suddenly, his door creaked open. He turned around and and was bombarded with slimy, fat, flying frogs. The window opened, and they were gone. He pulled a wet lily pad off his face and sighed. "Flying frogs…it's unbelieveable!" He looked at the clock. 11:21 PM. "Its just a stupid dream," he thought. He left the kitchen and went to bed.
In the morning, he woke up and groaned. He began to plan out his day, when he heard "Ribbit" which interrupted his thoughts. After recovering from his initial shock, he gathered up the courage to look down slowly. "...AHHHHHHHH!" he shrieked. A sickly green frog looked up at him. " I want my lily pad," said the frog. Fred nearly fainted, but managed to gulp, "T-the kitchen…." The frog hopped away. Fred pinched his arm. "OWW!" "So I'm not dreaming…." "Oh, no." "This is bad!" He stomped down the stairs in disbelief.
He sat down in a chair, holding his head. Suddenly he had a idea. He marched to the closet, pulled out a broom and strolled outside. Flying frogs were still whizzing around. He waved the broom in the air. They went around it. He whacked it wildly. Not one frog stopped.
He went inside and looked through the phonebook. "Bob the Frog Buster…...Perfect!" He called Bob, and he said he'd be right over. A few minutes later, Fred heard a car roar by his driveway. Bob pulled up in his truck and got out. He walked up and as he did, Fred studied him. He was pretty much what you'd call….FAT. He had a hat that read; "I'll bust your frogs!" resting lightly on his head. "Hello, sir," he said. "You're Fred, right?" "Yup," I replied. "So, how are you going to….uh…'bust the frogs'?" "Oh…." He smiled knowingly. "Don't you worry about that." "Go upstairs, relax, I'll take care of it." "Uhm...okay?" Fred went upstairs slowly, but as soon as he reached his room he sprinted to the window. He looked outside, and….. He wasn't exactly sure what he saw. He saw that all the frogs had touched down and were talking to one frog, who at first he thought was the leader, the one who had saluted him, but then he saw it was wearing a hat. A certain hat. "BOB?!" he cried. "What are you doing?!" Miraculously, Bob didn't hear him. He closed the curtains and decided Bob was his last hope. He had to trust him.
45 Minutes Later…..
Fred looked out the window and screamed, "YESSSS!" No fat frogs of any kind were flying outside, and Bob was nowhere to be seen. Fred was so happy he danced, all around the kitchen, knocking down items all over the floor. After his joyful jig, he flopped on his bed and fell asleep instantly. When he woke up, his house was still frog-free. Delighted, he danced with his sock monkey, Billy Bob Joe. Fred could only hope they would never return.
THE END