One day when I went to Walltown I found a dead frog.
I decided to pick it up because I like dead stuff. I put it in my sunglasses bag.
We got back to the car park and had hot chocolate. Here is a picture of my little brother, Binglet 3
I decided to bring it to school one day in a Chinese take away box. The frog was dry and crumbly and brown. Daddy made me though it out.
If I had kept it I could have looked at it in my microscop that I got for my birthday. :-(
