I didn’t know how long I’d have to wait or if I’d ever get home. — Conclusion — The Day I was Turned Into a Frog. I didn’t know how long I’d have to wait or if I’d ever get home. Would I be turned back into myself? “Ribbit. Ribbit.” The rich textures and shades of blue cradled me. How could I feel safe? “Ribbit.” There was hope. My granddaughter, Grace, would bring her grandmother to…

Looking toward the river I could make out the trees. They weren't clear like they usually are. There was a kinda Vee shape where a path to… — Looking toward the river I could make out the trees. They weren't clear like they usually are. There was a kinda Vee shape where a path to the river was. I saw Smoky Joe sitting by the river like he often does. I don’t know why he always seems sad. …

“What you got there, Preacher?” It was Smokey Joe who spends a lot of time fishing down here by the river. — Part Eleven — The Day I Was Turned Into a Frog. “What you got there, Preacher?” It was Smokey Joe who spends a lot of time fishing down here by the river. Just then the Pickin Preacher's hand moved as he jumped back and I tumbled to the ground. Shadows fell around me, and I hopped away to safety. I heard…

Branches shifted back and forth as the truck rambled along. My head hurt from all the bumping around. — Part Ten — The Day I Was Turned Into a Frog. Branches shifted back and forth as the truck rambled along. My head hurt from all the bumping around. Up and down I bounced. Suddenly… I tumbled to the edge of the truck as with a jolt — it stopped. Mountains of branches and the piles of wood chips were everywhere…