Do you remember those frogs my kids caught a couple of weeks ago? Well, my kids and a few neighborhood kids added to the collection. They caught six of those things. Unfortunately, one of the frogs had sustained a leg injury from getting stuck under a rock. Today, the poor frog kicked the bucket.
Of course he needed a proper funeral. My daughter inscribed a rock with the frog's name: Brownie. Then the neighborhood kids dug a hole and plopped him inside. They buried him and placed the tombstone on top. After that, they said a few words to send him on his way to the afterlife.
As a final farewell, they took the other frogs out of the tank and placed them on the ground in front of the tombstone. Frogs and kids sat there solemnly, contemplating the loss of their friend.
Finally, the frogs hopped away, and the children resumed their play.
Rest in peace Mr. Frog named Brownie. We'll miss you!