I was down by this pond. I saw some bullfrogs. It reminded of how I would kill them as a child. So I smirked and caught one. I tortured it with a stick before jumping on it. I went back home and grabbed: a cup, a butcher knife, a pair of scissors, a jellyfishing net (funny story as to why I have that), a lighter, and a shoelace.
I caught another with the jellyfishing net. I burned it with a lighter. I Stabbed its eye with the knife. I continued to stab it.
I got another one and cut its belly open with the scissors. I removed its insides and put it in the cup. After it was empty, I put it behind me.
My third victim: it was strangled with a shoelace. I then cut his feet off. I crushed its eyeballs.
I went on doing this for another two hours. I gathered my stuff and walked home. I was very happy with my froggy killings. Once I got home, I showed Frank my cup of guts and he threw up on the spot. I gave that frog carcass that I kept to the cat. It ran away, not looking back.
After that, I poured the contents on the cup into our bird feeder in the backyard. I still had a little left. So I simply walked across the street and gave the rest to a dog in a yard. I hate that dog. It barks too much.
