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He toddles up to me, hands cupped. “I made this, Daddy!”

I drop my briefcase. “What is it?”

His hands open and there goes the frog. We scramble after it, laughing.

I didn’t realize then that his statement had been literal. I still don’t know what he uses as materials.

This story was based on the prompt “for you” at TypeTrigger.

Discovery and Adventure

Gregory Plymouth poked his head into little caves and lifted leaves so he could peer underneath. He was an Explorer, and, dang it, he was going to discover something.

“Any luck?” asked a voice behind Gregory.

He thought he’d imagined it, so he didn’t meet the undiscovered Havarkian Talking Frog.