Yes...it's a pointless story about Trevor the Frog...Neville's toad! Mwhahahahaha! Do enjoy...plus anything in BOLD is my thoughts...minus the title...
Trevor the Frog
Trevor the Frog hopped from lily pad to lily pad in the lake in front of the Great Hall.
Finally he landed on his favorite lily pad.
He turned and faced the author of this story.
"Hello. My name's Trevor," he said.
"I'm a Frog."
Wow! He's a FROG! That wasn't obvious!
"An interesting fact that you may not know about Frogs..." he started off. He stopped. There was a buzzing noise.
"Hold on a moment," he said.
His tongue lashed out. He almost had that fly...
Suddenly the fly spurt out flames on Trevor's tongue.
Trevor turned back to me.
"Dragonfly," he mumbled sorrowfully.
Good for you, buddy.
The End
Me: Yes... the END! Of this tale...
DR: When am I going to have another letter?
Me: Shut up Daniel! Go hide in the corner and practice your guitar!
DR: CURSES CURSES CURSES
Me: Potty mouth!
DR: Look whose talking!
Me: Aw shut up!
DR: Never!
Me: (takes out duck tape) Don't make me do this!
DR: Oh alright! (runs to corner, starts playing his guitar)
Me: Ah, the power of duck tape! LATERS!