Jumping Frog Surprises, RT

Reads: 25  | Likes: 2  | Shelves: 0  | Comments: 0

  • Facebook
  • Twitter
  • Reddit
  • Pinterest
  • Invite

Status: Finished  |  Genre: Flash Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic

This is just an afterthought, a slight continuation of the Jumping Frog Surprises story; it's only a day long. LOL (Photo by D. T.)

Alright, alright, you got me! The story of Spinner and Gracious didn't end in Angel's camp. (Can you imagine a name like Gracious being given to a frog? You gotta wonder.)

Anyway, the next morning as my wife went to return the room keys to the office, and as I was putting our suitcases in the car, I was met by the two frogs.

Spinner was perched on top of the car, on the driver's side, and Gracious was about a foot away.

"Got room for two more?" Gracious asked suspiciously.

Then Spinner chimed in with, "We've always wanted to see Sequoya trees. Were tree frogs, ya know?"

As I opened the trunk and put the bags in the car, I pinched myself to make sure I wasn't dreaming, again.

Then I replied, "Two hitchhiking frogs want a ride to Sequoya-tree heaven. Who would have guessed."

About that time my wife approached and when she saw the frogs she gave me one of her, "I'm sorry I doubted you", looks.

Then, with a look of delight on her face she said, "You must be Spinner! And you must be the frog we saved from the restaurant."

The frog puffed herself up and replied, "My name is Gracious, if you don't mind, and it was Spinner's craftiness the saved me; you people were just the method he used."

I sensed hostility in the female air, so I said, "They want a ride to the Sequoya Trees. They are tree-frogs, ya know?"

My wife chuckled as she immediately took over the preparations for the trip.

We all watched with amazement as my wife zoomed into action. And within a minute she emerged from a search of the car's trunk with everything a frog could need for a road-trip.

There was the emergency bedpan, which my wife always carries in the car. You see, she is not one for squatting in the woods, or otherwise. No, she requires a suitable place to rest her rump while she does her duty; frail creature that she is.

Next was my travel pillow, I never travel without my pillow. After all, how's a guy supposed to get a good night's sleep on a motel pillow?

And last but not least, a fluffy bath towel, (which I use to dry off the car after I wash it). I always keep a clean one on hand.

And before you could say, "Jump frog-ie, jump," the two frogs were nested in the towel, on the pillow, in the back seat of the car.

And right after that, there was water added to the bedpan and placed on another towel on the floorboard of the back seat area. If the frogs required a drink or a soaking, their porcelain coated pond awaited.

The trip with the frogs was short lived, thank goodness; all that croaking was driving me batty.

We took a slight detour so the frogs could see Yosemite National Park before heading on to the Sequoias, but once in Yosemite, the call of the forest got to them. It was like watching two children taking their first steps as they bounded off into the unknown forest.


After their departure and as I was cleaning out the back seat of the car, I found the gold nugget resting comfortably on the towel, on my pillow; a gift perhaps (?).

And because we were not on a schedule, and it was already the afternoon, we decided to rent lodging for the night. And, as usual, after dinner the wife had to have her bath-time; she needed to get the days dirt and frog stuff off of her body.

And because the night was mild and the stars were full, and our rented room was all steamed up, I went outside for a sit-me-down.

As I was admiring the heavens above, I heard a voice. It wasn't a human kind of voice, no, it sounded more like what a Moose might sound like. And the "Kinda-like a Moose" voice said, "Nice night, isn't it?

Then the same voice asked, "How long are you here for?"

"Just for the night," I replied, "we are heading for the Giant Sequoia's and then north, along the coast, to the Redwoods."

"Sounds like you are determined travelers, that being to forests; I'm very fond of forests myself.

However, I'd be wonder-in if you might want to lay a little wager on a geyser eruption.


D. Thurmond / JEF


Submitted: July 01, 2021

© Copyright 2021 D. Thurmond aka JEF. All rights reserved.

  • Facebook
  • Twitter
  • Reddit
  • Pinterest
  • Invite

Add Your Comments:

Facebook Comments

More Flash Fiction Short Stories

Other Content by D. Thurmond aka JEF

Short Story / Children Stories