So I'm packing for the asteroid collision. Or maybe it's a nuclear explosion. At any rate, something is going to happen tomorrow, and intend to be ready. All the small frogs in my collection are going with us, carefully rolled up in toilet paper. I hate to leave the rest behind. I'll miss them.
The frogs will travel in a hatbox if they have to, but I want to have my hands free, and when I've put them all in my backpack, I'm pleased to find that I still have room for t-shirts and underwear.
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