It seems that I was very brave and did not cry :-) therefore, "Jennifer" was put into a jar and I was able to take her home with me...to a new life. Mom put me in the car, of course, all the time thinking about how she was going to make my father accidentally let "Jennifer" run away from our house, to be with her own family again....

To make a short story of it, Mom wasn't listening very well to her little girl when she was asked if 'Jennifer' could come out and play, and said yes. Thank the Lord that Mom had not yet started the car, as the neighborhood came alive when she saw 'Jenny' hopping around on the dashboard! The windows were quickly rolled up in the car so that the frog DID NOT ESCAPE. Mom, screaming and jumping, finally got "Jennifer" back into her jar...and turned around to drive the car, only to find men peeking into the car and laughing their rear ends off at us!

Needless to say, when we picked Daddy up from work that night, he had the job of making me feel really bad for "Jennifer"--did I hear her cry? That croaking sound was saying "Ma-ma, Ma-ma", did I not feel her loneliness? I guess I have always been a softie....as I allowed Daddy to drive me down to the old pond that evening and release "Jennifer" into the wild, after all, I heard her mom and dad calling out to her "Jenny -- come home; Jenny -- come home"! Every night Daddy and I would ride down to the pond to talk to "Jennifer" -- and she would tell me "Thank you, Cindy, for letting me go free and be back home with my mommy and daddy." ...Of course, that was true...MY daddy would NEVER LIE to his daughter, now would he!

And, that is how my love for frogs had its beginning.