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My Crazy Pet Frog: I Gave My Pizza A Spanking
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Secret Agent Disco Dancer: Was It The Lobster Bisque?
Secret Agent Disco Dancer: Double Agent Orangegrove
My Crazy Pet Frog (The original picture book!)
Secret Agent Disco Dancer: Santa's Super Helpers
My Crazy Pet Frog: The Nightmare Pizza Before Christmas (Coming Soon)
My Crazy Pet Frog: You Don't Know Jack
Secret Agent Disco Dancer: Soccer Star
© 2017 Scott Gordon. All rights reserved.
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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are either products of the author’s imagination or used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locations or persons living or dead is entirely coincidental.
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First Edition (v1.0)
Published on December 11, 2017
Also by Scott Gordon
Chapter 1: Monster
Chapter 2: No Substitute
Chapter 3: Incoming
Chapter 4: Roll Call
Chapter 5: It’s Log!
Chapter 6: Spiritual Capital
Chapter 7: Sting
Chapter 8: Zero
Chapter 9: Confirmation
Chapter 10: Show and Tell
Chapter 11: Jack
About the Author
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This is not like my other stories.
No, not at all.
This is about a little boy who is going through some tough times, who happens to be named Jack.
Is Jack short or tall? Are his eyes brown or blue? Does he talk with a slight accent? And most importantly, does he enjoy pepperoni pizza as much as my son Aidyn?
So much about Jack is still unknown to me. It got me curious so I decided to write this silly, little story involving crazy frogs, and well, you’ll see...
Here’s to you, Jack. We’re strangers, but perhaps not for much longer. Let this inspire tales of your own, which I hope you’ll share with me one day.
Hang in there, pal. Better days are ahead. Promise.
“Today is a special, special day,” Miranda reminded herself and nodded ever so slightly. She looked down at her Spiderman lunchbox, a gift from her father who had purchased something he liked rather than what was appropriate for a young frogling her age on her first day of Bay Lake Elementary. “Oh, daddy...” She shook her head and set the lunchbox on the seat beside her. He was always doing crazy things like that, and where the heck was he? He promised that he’d escort her to the bus, this morning of all mornings, but as usual, he called in and told momma that he had to work late again, and cried into the phone before hanging up.
“Really, again? That’s like the third time this week.” Her smile turned into a frown. Silly grown ups and their silly jobs. “If I had my way...” She looked around the bus. “I’d get rid of jobs once and for all!” A smile returned to her frog face.
“Eek!” A girl screamed as she got onto the bus.
“What is it, dear?” The large bus driver who had introduced herself as Beatris several minutes before looked at the frightened girl.
“There’s a monster on the bus!” She pointed to Miranda.
“Hey, I’m not a monster! I’m just a wee frogling.” Miranda nodded, agreeing with something her father had said the last time he joined the family for bedtime stories.
“It’s Swamp Thing!” said another girl as the children ran off the bus.
“Swamp Thing? What does that even mean?” Miranda tilted her head to one side and stared out the window. What was wrong with those crazy kids? Hadn’t they ever seen a frog before? Surely she was larger than they’d seen before—about the size of a toddler and a good foot shorter than the smallest six-year-old human.
But clearly she wasn’t a monster in any sense of the word. That belonged to the creature hiding in the back that she’d noticed while stepping on the bus. Though he managed to conceal himself well that morning, he certainly couldn’t sneak one past her. (Besides, Miranda had older brothers who looked just as scary...)