The girls had been pestering us for a pet, so we finally bought them a frog.
They loved that frog. They stayed up at night watching it. They fed it; they cared for it.
But one day while they were at school, the frog died. We took it from its tank and buried it.
When the kids came home, they asked where the frog was. We said we were sorry but it croaked so we had to bury it.
They haven't spoken since.
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