Short story to practice for graded assignment tomorrow.

Wishing Well Gets His Wish

“Look, Mom!” said Diana. “I won this frog at Irene’s backyard carnival. Isn’t he cute? I’m going to name him Wishing Well because I won him in the Wishing Well contest.”

            While Diana was talking to her mother, she put some water in the container and closed it up again. Wising Well bumped against the container as he hopped.

            “Do you think the frog will like being in that container?” asked Diana’s mother.

            “sure, It has water inside and holes in the top for air. I would like it if I were a frog,” Diana said.

            Really? Would you like it if someone put you in a tiny room with no toys, no friends, and nothing fun to do? You would have to eat whatever someone dropped in, even if it was Brussels sprouts.” Diana didn’t know what to say.

            “Well, you’d have to eat them if that was all you had. Think about it, Diana.”

            With a sign, Diana looked at Wishing Well bumping sadly around the plastic container. He was such a beautiful frog. It would be so nice to have him as a pet.

            Diana knew, however, that the pond was Wishing Well’s true home. She thought quietly for a minute. She could picture the frog lurking below the water with only his eyes showing. She could imagine him swimming under lily pads and catching bugs with his long tongue. Diana picked up the container. “Want to take a walk to the pond with me, Mom?” she asked with a smile.