Mom and Pop’s dying croaks.
Mom croaked, “A bath is important for princess-luring.”
Pop croaked, “Practice, life depends on quick leaping.”
Taddy was lonely; he was sorry they croaked.
Maybe he should try it – just jump in and get wet.
Too late!
A hawk swooped in. Taddy croaked.
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About oneta hayes
ABOUT ME
Hello. To various folks I am Neat’nee, Mom, Grandma Neta, Gramma, Aunt Neta, Aunt Noni, Aunt Neno, and Aunt Neto (lots of varieties from little nieces and nephews). To some I’m more like “Didn’t you used to be my teacher?” or “Don’t I know you from someplace?” To you, perhaps, I am a Fellow Blogger. Not “fellow” like a male or a guy, but “fellow” like a companion or an adventurer. I would choose to be Grandma Blogger, and have you pull up a chair, my website before you, while I tell you of some days of yore. I have experienced life much differently than most of you. It was and is a good life. I hope to share nuggets of appreciation for those who have gone before me and those who come after me. By necessity you are among those who come after me and I will tell you of those who came before. Once upon a time in a little house on a prairie - oops, change that lest I commit plagiarism - and change that “house on the prairie” to “dugout on the prairie.” So my story begins...
Sweet aroma 
Poor Taddy!
I think I heard Taddy croaking when he croaked! 😀
Had a hearty laugh but somewhere, hidden there, must be the moral of the story.
For me “Get with it and do what you know your need to do!” Well, at least at my age I need not fear that my mother-in-law will come swooping in to inspect the house! Just joking, she was not at all that way. 😀
Some “tadpoles” are intent on learning life’s lessons the hard way!!! 😊
Many “Taddys” need to become responsible when they get past the “tadpole” stage. Oh, my, how much like a teen!
Just what I was thinking! 😉
RIP-pit in peace, dear Taddy.
Rip-pit, rip-pit – a bare squeak compared to the croaking. 😀
lol you choked me up with laughter which seems rude for such a short sad life 🙂
I’m smiling. 😀 We lack proper respect for poor Taddy
yes, poor beggar … wouldn’t wish that demise on anyone 🙂
😀 Night, dear, from me. Guess you are gearing up for the day.
just after 3pm, went to a refugee meeting that didn’t happen … sleep well lovely 🙂
Wasn’t sure at first what this was about. then I realized a clever writing exercise. Thank you.
Faye, the picture was a prompt by Kat Myrman. She calls this challenge the Twittering Tales. Thanks for the comment. I’m glad you figured me out. As you know sometimes I am dead serious; other times I like to entertain myself and others. As pranabaxom says above I generally have a moral in there someplace. Good night, dear friend. 😀
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Poor, poor Taddy. I hope his last croak wasn’t too painful. How funny. Most times when young one’s fail to listen to their parents they land in a mess or like Taddy become a Hawks’ meal.
Since he was croaking as he croaked, the croak I heard was very weak. 😀 Thanks for you comment, Jacque. All pre-adolescents should have to read Taddy’s tale.
I like your tale very much. Witty and wise, well crafted too.
Well I “hopped” over to see your blog. Worth the trip. You had written a cute story. Thanks for your kind words. Perhaps we will meet on another Twittering Tale event.