One night I was sitting on the couch eating a bowl of popcorn. It was very late, about 11:00PM. I was watching a really scary movie. Then a bowl broke in my kitchen. Boom! My heart was beating really fast! I slowly walked into the kitchen. I was afraid of what I might see in there. As I looked around, I saw the bowl on the floor, all cracked in pieces. There was nobody in the kitchen that could have knocked it off. I picked up the pieces and threw them away, and kept one piece for evidence.

I was really scared and didn't know what to do. I had forgotten to check the doors to see if they were locked and one was wide open, the one by the kitchen. I called (911). The police asked me what was my problem. I told them about the bowl breaking in my kitchen and that I was afraid someone had broken into my house. They came immediately and took me to the police station to make a report. Some of the police stayed at my house to take fingerprints. I spent the night at my friend's house.

The next morning,the police sent the FBI to check out my house at 7:00AM. I hoped they would find evidence. They found one little three-toed fingerprint. This was very mysterious.
It couldn't be a person with three toes, for a fingerprint. I started thinking about what could have three toes. Then it hit me in my little head. It was a frog, I think.

The FBI came back the following morning to check again but still there was only that one little fingerprint. I told them that I thought it might be a frog. They couldn't find any other evidence. They said to me, "We think you are being silly, because we can't find any other evidence of a person breaking in, we wouldn't worry if we were you!" "Everything seems to be all right!" "Call us if anything strange happens again." I thanked them and then they left.

I was relieved! I was also hungry, so I went back into the kitchen and decided to make a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. I opened the cabinet to get out the peanut butter and a plate and all of a sudden, I saw the cutest, little, baby frog. It made a little "ribbit" sound and croaked. I had never had a pet before and I decided he was too cute to give away, so I kept him and named him Kobuk. I called the FBI and told them what I had found. We all laughed and laughed about the little frog. I Then little Kobuk and I went to bed in my room Everything was quiet! Except little "ribbit" sounds every now and then.

by Rosa