short story

Once upon a time a frog was living in a swamp, not to far away from civilization. The swamp included various types of species including insects, snakes, fish, birds, frogs, and turtles. On a normal day you could see the herrings standing in the shallows looking for food or a turtle resting a fallen stump.
There was one special frog who found his home at this swamp after retiring from his group. One deep black night, there was a quarter moon and everything seemed quiet and peaceful. The frog ,however, seemed uneasy, he was ready for an adventure, perhaps something new. As he sat on a lilly pad in the swamp, he felt a hunger approaching ,but this was a different kind of hunger. He did not feel like the insects that he had been feeding on for the past year, however, he saw an orange box with black writing that read REESE PUFFS. He knew the box had been left by humans and he wanted to try it. He had seen the box earlier that day, on the shore close to where he was now.
He knew it would be dangerous to leave his spot at this time of night , and after ten minutes of debating he decided to go on his adventure. He leapt of the lily pad, hanging in the air for a split second and then hit the water sending small ripples across the surface. He began swimming, extending his back legs, in a hurry for he knew many predators were lurking in the deep of the night. Keeping his eyes fixed on the shore, he felt something behind him in the water. Suddenly something was right behind him and popped out of the water touching him. He knew it was a fish, one that his species had feared: BASS! He frantically began swimming, understanding that he was the target. He reached the shore without facing another attack.
As he crawled up the bank, the orange box was only several feet away. He hopped over and stared at what was inside. He found little black and tan balls about the size of 2 flies put together. Just as he was about to try one, he heard something slithering through the grass. It looked like a hose he had once seenby a rectangular structure before, but only this one moved. He became aware that it was a snake and fearing another attack he retreated to the forest as fast as he could.
He kept hopping on the hard, cold, damp ground of the forest untill he saw lights going back and forth on a road he had noticed before. He saw moving objects passing back and forth. For some odd reason, he had the urge to cross the road facing him now. He went out onto it and at that very instant an array of black flew past his face. He remembered that he and his frog friends called these moving objects cars. He then became tickled at the idea of trying to dodge these cars, so he did just that. Many times, they were right over top of him but he remained alive. The frog followed the road awhile, playing a game with these fast moving objects and eventually was killed. All around the forest, he was known as fogger, some species made up a game and named it after him.