It all started when I was five. My family and I went on vacation at the countryside lake and I was captivated by a scaly frog. So easily amused was I, I didn't realize how far I had ventured from my parents. It was an almost blinding bright day. Squinting to shield my eyes I tried to catch the toad that refused my grasp. The wind, swirling my hair violently seemed to egg on my frustration. Softly the wind purred, ruffling my summer dress, and swaying the daisies that surrounded me. Watching the frog for a while I learned its techniques, and soon pouncing I scored. Grinning from ear to ear, I held him up to study his bulging eyes.
"Why a frogy, peerti girl?" A frosty venomous voice greeted me. A shiver ran down my spine, suddenly the wind grew sharp, and the sun fierce, burning my skin.
"He's Handsome." I smiled weakly towards the frog, trying to hide my weary emotions rushing through my blood stream.
"Is he now? Let'n me see hi'm." The stranger spoke of a command that I wished not to fulfill. He was dirty, in need of a bath, my mother would have died in agony if I ever showed up like so. His jacket was full of earth, moth eaten, and crusty, along with every other material on his body. I shook my head; if anyone had cooties, it was him.
The daises crackled in a slow death under his weight. He smiled encouragingly; I was amazed his yellow teeth didn't shatter in the sudden movement. Petrified, believe me, I was. He moved closer. "COME," he grinned as a thought struck him, "I know wha're sum frogys are at!" He started to walk towards me and horrified I backed up, letting go of the frog. I wish I had my mommy, or my daddy, or a fierce beast, like my huge doggy, Pedro. Oh how I wished.
"Are you a'fraid.Little girl.are you?" he asked, trying to smile encouragingly, however revealed his decaying teeth.
No, my knees are shaking, and my teeth nearly shattering, hmmm am I afraid? No, kind sir, only terrified. He lunged at me as I stumbled. The wind shrieked, and my heart pounded. I felt his smelly breath. My heart in my throat was choking me: I couldn't scream in freight if I wanted to. Oh why did I wander? Why? Why! Petunia was right. I am a complete idiot; moronic, if you please.
A sunbeam blinded me. I tripped and fell.
Defenseless.
Completely defenseless.
That's when I saw it, They objected what caused me to trip, to lose my sight for those few dear moments. A rusty sharp knife dangled from his hands. Pointy and sharp… I found my voice. A shriek, far greater then the wind hollering around the hill that I was perched upon stole my breath. He raised his arm, gaining momentum, speed and power. "Don't worry, little girl, It won't la'st log..not Log." He sneered, adrenaline rushing through his body with my scream. I threw my hands up shielding my young face for what was to come. Down he swung. I turned my face in terror.
The daisies screamed in my ears.
I braced my self for the strike that never came. I glanced up to where my attacker stood but a minute ago. Empty light blue sky greeted my arrival. The wind calmed to a whisper, the sun to a light summer day, new and fresh.
All was quiet.
I sat up.
Next to me lay the body of the middle-aged creep. The knife was visible by only the bloody handle. A claw imprint scaring his ugly face greeted me, I turned to find its owner. Behind me sat a snow white tiger, a second glance, just my frog. I knew better; for the daisies danced in a bloody victory.