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I Hadn't Really Lived Until....

The Frog Who Stalked Me

....I felt eyes upon me and looked down the leg of my chair to lock eyes with an exquisite, if beady eyed Zambian Treefrog, official name as yet unknown....Not much bigger than the first joint of my thumb, his colorful markings hinted at poison and agonizing death, though he may well have been as benign as a doormouse.

What's your story? I want to know!! Send me photo if you have it, and your story in 250 words or less, and if it floats my boat and blows my hair back, I'll add it to my collection and you win a Travelling Book Society copy of my book, Each Wind That Blows!

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