Melinda giggled with delight as the frog jumped into glass of the fish bowl for the tenth time. She had never dreamed frogs could be so funny. She had come across it while playing in the yard, her initial reaction had been that of any normal seven year old girl. She screamed for her daddy. Daddy's at work her mother informed her. Melinda told her mother about the frog, and without taking her eyes off the soap she was watching pointed to the kitchen, "Go pick it up with that old fish bowl honey, then toss it in the neighbours yard, there's a good girl. And don't be botherin' mommy while her stories are on."

This was not the response Melinda had expected. She was not used to doing things for herself, that's what mommy and daddy were for after all. It was her job to look pretty and be their sweet little princess. But mommy had opened a bottle of wine and was watching her stories, and if Melinda kept bugging her, Mommy would turn nasty.

So Melinda had fetched the fish bowl and approached the frog with all the extreme caution of a seven year old girl approaching a gross creepy crawly. But now that she had it under the fish bowl, and under her power, she didn't feel so afraid. "Stupid froggy!" she laughed as it bounced off the glass again.

Enjoying herself immensely, Melinda raised the glass bowl and let the frog hop a few paces before popping in back down. "Ah, ah, ah, Mr Froggy. Mommy says it's my job to get rid of you." She performed her trick again, giggling with delight every time the she recaptured the frog, only this time, she had caught the frogs back leg on the rim of the fish bowl. It was bent at a funny angle. She opened her trap once more, but this time Mr Froggy just lay there, with his neck bulging in and out rapidly. "Oh, Froggy broke his leg," cooed Melinda. "Poor Froggy." But the truth was she felt no sympathy for Mr Froggy, the truth was she had been trying to catch his leg for the past two minutes. She tossed her glass prison aside, it was no longer needed, and went inside the fetch a knife and her mommy's lighter.

Mr Froggy didn't last long, once she started on his eyes, but she had been fairly subtle up to then. Well, subtle for a seven year old. But now he'd stopped moving, stopped making those strange noises and it was no fun cutting up a dead frog now was it? So she tossed him into to the neighbours garden. Just then daddy arrived home.

"Daddy!"

"Princess! Come here and give your Dad a big hug."

Melinda did as she was told. "And how's Daddies precious little girl today? Do anything fun?"

"Just playing Daddy," lied Melinda, because even a seven year old knows that frog torture is wrong.

"Oh you are the sweetest girl in the world, do you know that?"

Melinda nodded. She knew exactly what she was.


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