ThisFairyTale

I'd never given much thought to death. It was just a word and it had no meaning to me. I knew somewhere in my heart that all things living would someday die, as the flowers and leaves did each year, but the reality of that was something my little mind could not grasp. Jeremy was a frog. He was named after Jeremy Fisher, the frog in that Beatrix Potter book who lost his galoshes to the enormous trout. I found him in the woods, brought him home in an empty wonton soup container and stuck him in a glass tank. He seemed happy enough. He would gaze at me with his round golden eyes and I would tell him all my secrets. I told him when Maggie and A