He wanted to show me his latest find,
a little emerald treasure from the creek.
Before I could stop him
he opened his tightly cupped hands just wide enough . . .
I screamed and laughed and screamed some more
as it's little slimy legs carried it across my kitchen floor
just out of reach of its captor and our ensuing canine.
boys and frogs and kitchen floors.
Which one of these words doesn't fit,
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