Patricia Stoltey

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Freddy the Ferocious Frog

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Freddy the Ferocious Frog

I just heard someone say it’s a little early in the A to Z Challenge to be so silly. I assure you, however, there’s not one thing silly about a ferocious frog. And Freddy, about four times the size of your average frog, was about as ferocious as any creature could be.

Freddy’s ribbit resembled the screech of an owl and his maxillary teeth were huge. He also had a set of vomerine teeth that could hold a small bluegill in place long enough to smash its brain (assuming a bluegill has a brain) before swallowing it whole.

Needless to say, Freddy didn’t have much luck sitting on a lily pad and waiting for flies to wander by. He had to go fishing to survive.

In Freddy’s defense, it wasn’t his fault he had to be so ferocious. He was an accident of nature, the son of perfectly normal frog parents who behaved in an appropriate frog fashion. They didn’t know what to make of their odd offspring, but you can be sure they didn’t wander too close when he was hungry.

Here’s the sad part of Freddy’s story. He was so different that everyone was afraid of him, even bigger creatures who could have snapped him up as an appetizer before a main meal. As a result, he lived a very long time for a frog, almost twenty years, but he lived alone.

That’s the reason there’s no dialogue in Freddy’s story. No one ever talked to him. Poor Freddy.

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  2. I think I may have met your Freddy. He lives in one of the bedrooms of our family home. At night he would go out, leaping to the door then flatten his body and squish under the door and out into the night. We hardly see him coming in, but he start all over again the next night … out into the dark. He certainly lives alone 😉

  3. Aww, I feel so sorry for Freddy. He can’t help being different. I like the style you’ve chosen for your blog posts, they’re very clever.

  8. It’s not silly! It’s a charming story with a moral. Do you have an illustrator? Do you make illustrations? I’d love to see a Ferocious Freddy crazy-type drawing to go with it. Best wishes! Mary at Mary A to Z

  12. Pat – Oh, now you’ve made me curious about how Freddy got that way. And I love the tie-in between Freddy’s ferocity and his alone-ness…