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After about fifteen minutes, I could see the roof of his house with the chimney sticking up. Just beyond old Mr. Jones' house was a second house. That one must belong to Wanda.

A stick crunched behind me. I think I jumped about three feet from the ground. When my feet hit, they were already running. I could hear steps behind me. They were gaining. The trees that had been my friends on my quest were now my enemies in my flight. I could see the creek just ahead, but it seemed like miles. Those steps were getting louder behind me.

With a giant leap, I flew over the creek. I turned, and there was nothing there. The frogs were sitting peacefully on the bank. Whatever had chased me was gone. It just vanished. What was it? My curiosity shoved my fear out of my brain. I should have gone and told Grandpa what had happened, but I started to inch my way back toward the creek. Who or what were these people?

I decided to cross the creek. This time I would go slower and look around better. Something had chased me back to the creek. The land on the other side looked so safe and inviting. Could it be something that was invisible? Maybe that's how Mr. Jones seemed to get to the creek so quickly to defend the frogs. The skin on the back of my neck crawled.

Instead of crossing that creek, I would see if I could get one of them to come to me. Running up the hill from the creek, I dashed to Grandpa's shed. I knew he kept his fishing stuff in there. The door creaked as it opened, and shivers ran down my spine at the creepy sound.

My eyes stared into the shadows of the shed. A mouse ran through my feet and into the field. I almost chickened out. My hand wrapped around the handle of the fishing net. The aluminum felt cool on my palm. I pulled on the netting with my other hand to make sure it would hold. Turning quickly, I bolted from the shed and start to descend the hill to the creek.

No one had ever been able to catch these frogs before. Cameras couldn't seem to get a good picture. When they invited people out to look at them, the frogs would disappear. As far as most of the world was concerned, those frogs didn't exist.

I could see tons of frogs. Then it struck me. I waded right into that cold water. This seemed to confuse the frogs. One started to jump into the creek. Wow! He went right into the net. The frog wiggled and struggled, but it was caught.

I had not thought about what might happen next. I heard a noise across the creek. It must be Wanda. Her arms were thin, and her eyes were

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