Attack of the Killer Frogs
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Authors: Peter Clover
PETER CLOVER
For Hus. âPer sempre.'
Chapter Five The Frogs are Comingâ¦
On Holiday
Lily sat by the pond at the end of Rose Cottage's garden.
The fields around her belonged to a company called Blue Harvest. Blue Harvest made chemicals.
Blue Harvest owned all the land around there, except for Rose Cottage.
Rose Cottage belonged to Lily's family. They spent every summer holiday there. Dad did not want to sell the cottage to Blue Harvest.
Mum said, “Blue Harvest do odd things. I don't trust them.”
Lily and Missy, her big ginger cat, were sitting on a flat stone at the edge of the pond. Lily wanted to listen to the frogs.
As the sun dipped behind the trees, Lily heard the first croak.
But it wasn't a normal frog sound. It was more of a growl. And it was close.
Missy flattened her ears and hissed.
Lily had listened to frogs lots of times. That croak was wrong.
The frog growled again. It sounded angry.
Missy turned and fled back to the cottage.
Slowly, the reeds bent, snapping as something heavy pushed through.
Lily's mouth dropped open.
The frog was huge. Its skin was covered in green slime. It stared at Lily with bulging, yellow eyes.
“That can't be a frog,” thought Lily. “It's bigger than my cat!”
Lily stared at the frog. The frog stared back. Its eyes looked cold and evil.
The frog's mouth opened, showing razor sharp teeth.
Lily tried to scream, but nothing came out.
She jumped to her feet and ran back to the cottage.
Lily ran into the kitchen and slammed the back door.
“Frogs!” That was all Lily could say as she threw herself into Mum's arms, sobbing. “Frogs!”
The Trap
The next morning at breakfast, Lily hardly said a word.
“You're very quiet,” said Mum. “Are you still thinking about that silly frog?”
“Giant frogs!” Dad laughed.
Lily didn't think it was funny. “Why don't they believe me?” she thought.
“How big was it, again?” teased Dad. “I didn't make it up,” said Lily.
Her parents smiled at each other.
“I'll catch that giant frog and then they'll believe me,” thought Lily.
Lily found an old suitcase in the shed.
She took it to the big stone by the pond. She lifted the lid.
The open suitcase looked like a mouth, waiting to swallow a frog.
Lily took some string and tied one end to a short stick. She used the stick to prop open the lid of the suitcase.
She pulled the string to test her trap. The stick popped out and the lid of the case slammed shut.
“Cool!” cried Lily. “But how do I make the frog go in the case?”
She thought for a moment.
“I've got it! Jaffa cakes. Everyone loves Jaffa cakes.”
That evening, Lily took three Jaffa cakes and went outside.