Larry was an eleven year old boy. He lived in a house on top of a hill. It was the highest hill in the little town of Adair, Oklahoma. Near his house was a water tower. In fact, it was the water tower used for district #5.

Besides living in a really neat place, Larry could walk a mile to his Grandma and Grandpa's house. Near their house was a pond. In that pond there were lots of frogs -- big frogs like bullfrogs. One hot summer day, Larry decided he wanted to go to the pond to see if he could get a frog. He would use his bee-bee gun. At the pond, he would shoot at different objects around. Sometimes he would sit very still, near to the water and when something would move he would shoot. There were lots of misses here and there. He would see different frogs and shoot at them but they would quickly dive into dark muddy water and totally disappear. But there was one frog that would come back. Larry knew it was the same one because it was so big. It's body section was about six inches long and when it jumped and stretched out it's thick hind legs, they were about nine inches long! Larry wanted this one. He kept trying to get it. Finally, after 5 or 6 tries he hit it! This was his first frog.

Larry took the frog to his Grandparent's house. He showed it to his grandpa. Then Larry's grandpa skinned it. The back legs were the part to eat. So he skinned them too. Then Larry's grandma prepared to fry them up. She was an excellent cook. She coated the pair of legs with some flour and a few other spices. Then put them in hot grease in a frying pan. When the legs started to really cook a funny thing happened they began to pop around. It would make you almost wonder if they were going to leap right out of the pan! But they didn't and then Grandma took them out and put them on a plate for Larry. They tasted just like anyone would suspect, like fried chicken of course.

Larry told me about his frog legs story recently. It happened in the early '70's. I enjoyed hearing it and wanted to think about all its little details. Everyone needs a fond story like that to think about from time to time. It's a sweet peaceful way to escape in your mind from just being a grownup.