When I was a boy
my friend James and I played target practice
with a bunch of frogs in a little pond.
He handed me a rock and showed me how to throw it.
Then, he found a bigger rock and threw it at a frog perched on a lily pad.
The frog hopped away in the nick of time...
But when I threw my rock,
I hit my target.
“They explode if you hit them!” James said, “did you see that?!”
I was excited, they popped like little balloons.
“Here,” he said, handing me another, larger stone, “try this one...”
I ran to find my mother, wanting to show her how true I could throw.
When I found her, I told her what I had done, and she scolded me,
“You hit those poor frogs with rocks?
Do you realize you killed those innocent little things?”
I started to cry...