This was a first experience for us all, both sets of grandparents included! Wasn't there a Mark Twain tale, Jumping Frog of Calaveras County? That's my only recollection of frog jumping contests. This is supposedly a long tradition in our town, and it definitely piqued Gabe's interest. Grandma helped him find a beautiful specimen of a frog in our forest wetland just in time for the noon contest. Gabe allowed Lydia to enter the frog in her age division as well, and Freddy Frog earned 2nd place for length from tip to toe and 2nd place in Lydia's division for distance in three consecutive jumps even if he tried to outwit all with plan of escape and reverse of direction. He didn't earn a kiss from the court princess, but he was a real prince of a frog in our estimation.
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