The Legend Of The Frogs On The Logs

My dad left a story on his computer. I also found a letter he wrote, and I turned into a poem. Apparently he wrote more, but I can’t find it. It has something to do with him downloading Vista on top of his old Microsoft Word and lost some stuff. The story I found was one he told my girls, which they kept secret from me. Now, almost two years later they’ve forgotten the secret. So here is what I have…Maybe you can turn his words into a story or poem…I haven’t yet… 

      THE LEGEND OF THE FROGS ON THE LOGS  

 

There are many strange things in this world, dark things, things that come in your dreams and stay awhile so when you awake you see the moving shadows in the dark that look like screams.  What does a scream look like; maybe one will come visit you tonight.  Opps, I am so sorry if I gave you a shiver, there is nothing in this story to be afraid of, is there?  Deep in the dark woods there is a pond, surrounded by very old trees whose branches hang down over it, not allowing the sun to touch it.  The water is the color of dirty green, as if the gooiest mud was mixed with the green of the faded fall leaves.  The water is very still with bugs flitting over the surface, never quite landing as if they are afraid of what lies beneath.   Floating on the pond is a log that has floated there as long as time remembers and on the log sits a very old, very fat frog.  The frog is so old that it is covered in wrinkles and so fat its scaly green sides hang over the log, almost touching the water but not quite because, you see, it knows what lies below. For as long as long remembers the frog has set on his log.  Slllippp, oh excuse me. Frogs get hungry to and a juicy bug is too much to pass up and our frog never passes up a tasty morsel that may fly too close. 

I also posted it here:  http://www.roykindelberger.com/ideas-for-kids.html