Deep in the jungle lays a toad,
a toad named sparkles.
Sparkles didn't move a lot,
every so often you might hear a grown. (rriiibit)
Sparkles would hop 20 feet at a time,
growning in mid flight.
He also liked to be held a lot. (rriiibit)
He had a weird slime on him and I tried cleaning him off everynight.
And out of curiousity I licked him.
The plants moved around a lot, mixing in with the trees and the other plants.
The monkeys visited and danced around as I layed there toad in my hands.
It lasted only a few minutes.
I kept him by my heart as I slept at night.
..One day I decided to call my dad and was given the yes over the phone to bring him home.
Sparkles has been living in a frog terrarium for over 10 years now, happy, receiving hugs and kisses. Being thought of.
And..Barking orders at my dad..
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True story of a lonesome trip to the amazon when I was young, I went on a brave forest tour on my own where I met all sorts of weird things. 1 week surviver. I met cute little monkeys and a toad/frog, interesting people on the way, as I slept without a harm in the amazon forest as I gazed up at the trees. And I did happen to save someone from an anaconda, Karate ninja! Bye Colombia!