Short Story: A Ribbit Problem
Genre: slice of life
The assumption, as chief liked to say, was that once they collected the evidence, they could go into his office to show what they found.
They hadn’t expected him to be out of the office.
The frog, one of their evidence, squirmed against the hands that held it captive.
“When will he be back?” They stood on their tip toes to look over the secretary’s table.
“He is expected back next week.”
They moaned in dismay.
“I can’t hold mister frog for one week!”
The frog ribbitted in agreement.
“Where is he now?”
“Can’t tell you. It’s a secret.”
They exchanged glances.
“Then you keep the evidence.”
They threw everything on the secretary’s desk and fled.
“Stop those kids!”