James Browne by naddy
LOOK! IT'S LITTLE JAMES BROWNE.....The trouble
all began one morning after Sunday School. Mom had
always been scolding me for collecting little things and
keeping them in my pockets. Often forgetting my
treasures, they would sometimes end up in the wash.
My favorite catch of the day was usually live such as
a salamander or tree toad and that is exactly what I was
foraging for when I happened on my first encounter
with something I had only dreamed about after
listening to stories told by my mom. On this particular
Sunday I had my eye on a large toad jumping across
the playground as fast as he could to avoid being
smashed by children's feet that were set on getting to
the one swing in the whole playground. I thought I
saw the toad leap behind an old log and knew he
would be a great pet if I could just catch him. My
chubby little hands reached behind the log and
suddenly I was nose to nose with a very little person.
Children are rarely shocked! At any rate, I had no time
to inspect my little person as we had to leave for home.
I gently tucked my new friend inside my little jacket
and decided not to tell anyone about the whole thing.
All the way home I couldn't sit still from the
excitement, but mostly because the little fellow kept
tickling me. When we arrived home.................