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"Uh, sorry. I'll try to remember in future." Henry thought for a minute. "But I read somewhere that boats and ships are made from real heavy material. Why don't they sink, then?"
"Wow, this makes sense!" said Henry, excitedly. "Wait 'til I tell Mr. Gardner that a talking frog told me about floating!" "Uh, huh. That'll go over big." And with that, the frog dove off the rock and, kicking his back feet, he swam away. Henry thought about going after him, but suddenly he thought he heard something from behind his back; a low noise, kind of like his mother's voice when she called him for dinner. Time to Go "Hennnrrrryyyy......." It echoed across the lake. Henry opened his eyes, and saw that the sun had moved toward the horizon. He must have been talking to that frog for a long time. Suddenly, he sat up and looked around. He had been lying where he first went to take a nap. He hadn't been to the water's edge at all. "Wow, it was all a dream," he said out loud. "Henry, where have you been? I've been looking everywhere for you." His mother stood over him, shielding her eyes from the low sun. "It's time to pack up. We're going home soon. Come on, get your things and meet me back up at the campsite." She turned and strode up toward the brush that lined the beach. Henry got to his feet, picked up his blanket and bucket, and started toward the trail back to camp. When he reached the bushes, he turned one last time and looked back at the lake. There, next to a rock was a large bullfrog, floating in the water. Henry chuckled to himself, but he couldn't resist: "Bye, frog! Don't go chasing any tennis balls!" "Bye, Henry! Watch what you throw in the water next time!" Henry turned and ran like crazy toward camp. Nobody was going to believe this. |
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