A very long time ago there was a small village. Depression struck throughout, and the citizens were in the need of hope. The village had never been so dead before. Nobody knew how to control their emotions. Until the next day when a strange man came wearing a strange robe. His mission was to do trading with the village. He was unaware of the village's emotional state. He went to a store to see a man and his son in tears. The boy's mom was very sick, and she wasn't getting better. The strange man gave them a bottle filled with a liquid in exchange for corn. The man told the family to give it to her, and she would get better. A couple of minutes later the women became normal. The man didn't know that the entire village was suffering from this disease. He traded all of the medicine he had in exchange for more corn. Within the hour the entire village felt better, the depression was over! In honor of the man, the villagers made a statue honoring him. Nowadays you can find his statue in stores. My family got one, and then I took a photo of it. The picture is known as statue.
Where I live there is this forrest that has a creek in it. I decided to walk there in my slippers, and come back home in like five minutes. When I got there I kept looking for an angle for me to take a good picture. I decided that there was no way that I could take a good picture from so far back. Because I was wearing slippers without socks, I walked in the creek. Little did I know that an entire army of frogs lived where I was taking the picture. I took the picture, and then my intent was to just walk out. The army of frogs completely jumped at my feet when I was leaving. I didn't really hear anything because it was really quite. Then all of a sudden a bunch of water starts splashing and sprint out. I was lucky that the frog didn't do anything to my feet. I sprinted home soaking wet on my legs. I probably won't return back to that creek for a while. That is the story behind the photo Frog's Home.