I dedicate this 400th post to a startling predicament. Not only did it give me a jump, but it made me question about life in terms of a frog in a shoe.
Did my leaving the shoes out have given a poor innocent creature a place to shelter? Alright, I'm kidding! NO serious talk today. Just some babble how I felt something squishy and soft with the tips of my toes.
It just jumped off as soon as I shook the shoe.
I shall name thee Beelzebub. Lord of the Flies!I let it live of course. What use is it if I kill it if all it does is jump into places smaller than him? Either way, I would be late for Rugby training. Next day is time to work at the tuition school, got two new students coming in and this time I will be focusing on Narrative writing. See you everybody ^^
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