The Adventures of the Frog--Part 4
The two little frogs hiding under the cabinet sat clutching their ears and pressing themselves in to the dark shadows around them. The pink slippers that had a parked themselves in front of their hiding placed seemed to be vibrating and jumping around all by themselves. The glossy oversized oxfords across from them were vibrating too, not from outrage and amazement as the pink fuzzy slippers were, but from fear and trepidation (a word which here means a small science teacher clutching a bent scalpel and holding his toupee to the top of his head with a face full of dread and dismay) Fred began creeping toward the edge of the cabinet to try to get a better look at the scene, but just as he was about to step into the light, Agatha Agnes McFearson McMervey’s voice startled him back into the darkness.
“Do I have to REPEAT everything I say to you Little Man?!?!? I SAID, what do you mean, MY SON HAS BECOME A FROG?!?!?!” Mr. Smapp’s knees were visibly shacking and Fred could hear him trying to gulp in air.
“What I mean is…um…ah…well, you see…all of the sudden…that is…” he stuttered at the red faced woman.
“Spit it out!!!” Mrs. McMervey yelled at him just as a small voice interrupted,
“’Scuse me?” it asked
“Get lost!” the woman was just reaching for the science teacher’s color so as to give a good shake.
“’Scuse me?” the voice persisted. Mrs. McMervey looked down to see a small girl with pink cheeks and curly blond hair looking up at her.
“Will you please tell me why this little person is talking to me?” she snapped at Mr. Smapps. The teachers shrugged his shoulders and merely replied by shuffling his feet and glowering at the little girl. (a word which here means pulling down one eyebrow and pinching your lips together to make your self look as horrible and mean as possible) The little girl shrank back for a moment against the cabinet and Fred found himself a at his face reflected in the shiny leather of her pert little black shoes. The little girl cleared her throat and took a step forward thus allowing Fred a clearer view of what transpired high in the air above him.
“If you please, my name is Alicia Joanna Marissa Nichole Varishoun. But most people call me AJ; except for my Mum, who calls me Ally and my aunt Peabody who calls me by all FOUR names—very annoying let me assure you—and my dad, who calls me BOB!” Mrs. McMervey’s eyebrow had been rising on her forehead steadily during the entire speech, but now they disappeared completely under her pink and green rollers.
“Don’t ask; long story.” AJ replied “Anyway, to continue, I saw the entire thing, Mrs. McMervey. Your son was on the top of his desk doing a sort of victory dance in celebration of the fact that we were about to be instructed in the fine art of dissection. I was busy feeling sorry for the poor little frog…”
“At least some one didn’t want to cut me apart!” thought Fred
“…when suddenly we all notice that his skin was turning a sort of green color and a giant wart was growing on the very end of his nose. It was absolutely disgusting, let me tell you…the wart, ma’am, not your son!” she stammered at the woman’s sharp look.
“So, what you’re saying, is that my son just sort of ‘morphed’ into a frog?” Agatha Agnes McFearson McMervey stuck her chin out and squinted at the little girl and the silly scientist. They both nodded their heads furiously (a word with here means nodding until their hair, or false hair pieces, were about to fall over their eyes and their eye balls were getting dizzy almost to the point of rolling back in their heads) The woman’s red face seemed to soften for a moment, then it crumpled and big tears began to roll down her face. She plopped her large self down on a desk seat and let the sobs shake her body. Fred and Jamison Jeffery Jenkins McMervey looked at each other in the darkness under the cabinet.
“Poor Mum!” Fred heard Jamison Jeffery Jenkins McMervey whisper to himself. Right then he knew that he really had overreacted about the whole situation and it most certainly was time to do something about it. He sucked in a deep breath and stepped out into the light.