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blanko1324
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Newest Member of the Family |
 This is Kiwi. She's a White's Tree Frog, and I just got her. I don't particularly like the name, but my friend chose it. |
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| Thursday, 03 May 2007, 20:37 | |
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Stealth |
That is one cool looking frog!
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| Thursday, 03 May 2007, 21:44 | |
power mousey
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we found water on Mars.... perhaps one of the first Martians  she looks really cute. 
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| Thursday, 03 May 2007, 21:53 | |
magicman
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sweetness! I like frogs, theyre nice and clam creatures.
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| Thursday, 03 May 2007, 22:09 | |
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power mousey
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clam creatures?? well...yeah, her head looks sorta like a clam a little. But I know what you mean. Calm creatures. Except have you ever lived in Maryland? My family used too. We lived in these apartments nearby and within this swampy forest area. I like the lake. At winter time, us kids used to ice skate and during summer we swam alot. My brother and his friend one day knowing it was my birthday had a big birthday surprise for me. A really big bullfrog. I really liked him. Yet, just as with my big turtle, I returned them both back into the swampy boggs where they would be happily and naturally content. Happy swampy after. That is my legend on Boggy Creek. 
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| Friday, 04 May 2007, 00:20 | |
steve_ancell
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Now you need to teach it to say "BUD-WEI-SER".
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| Friday, 04 May 2007, 04:24 | |
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power mousey
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hey steve, you are a bud wiser.
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| Friday, 04 May 2007, 06:13 | |
Blitz3Dman
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It better not come in my house. Why not you ask? Because it'd eat our pet grasshopper. Unfortunately our precious Porkchop (not my name idea!), our beloved pet, died of unkown causes... She was great; you may not think a grasshopper is much, but they've got three things: - A thick skull - The INTELLIGENCE (not sense, mind you.) of a young child. No, really! - Absolutely no common sense whatsoever She was with us for about 3/4 a year. We found her in a shopping center parking lot and we thought it would be happy if we brought it home where there's grass. Well, it hated to get off my hand so we kept her and eventually my Mom decided her name should be Porckchop, and the name stuck. Porkchop was originally put in a funnel cake contaner with a clear lid and she was fine with it, but it was just a tad cramped for her. Pretty soon we got her a great, big aquarium and we put the cake container in it, too. To our suprise and amusement, Porkchop's bed was her cake container! So we kept her and took in two more grasshoppers so maybe she wouldn't be lonely, but one escaped the aquarium and our guess is that it was scorched by our lamp's lightbulb, and the second, a youthful one who hated us with all its guts, was laying in the aquaium, lifeless. But we still had our Porkchop. My mom and I wanted to be careful so we abandoned the aquarium in case the little guy died from something in the aquarium, so you know what we did? You'd never guess. We had her be loose in the house. She loved to climb, like all grasshoppers, (to catch one and keep it, get it on your hand and hold your hand and arm vertically and it'll just climb its heart out) so we let her stay on a little decorative birshouse that she liked and she never came down except for when 1. we got her down for our own reasons, and 2. she was hungry. Yes, that's right; she had us trained. If she was hungry, she leaned over the edge of her birdhouse. The hungrier she was, the farther she leaned. If she was extremely hungry, sometimes she would climb down the wall. And if we were eating, (the birdhouse was at the top of the doorway between our dining room and living room and it itself was in the dining room) Porkchop would know it somehow, and she'd lean over and beg for food. Oh, how we loved her. Then one morning, she was gone. We searched everywhere. Every other time we had lost her, we by the grace of God found her again. But we didn't. It took a week and my mom just happened to be looking someplace for something else and spotted her. Thirsty and starving, we took her and nourished her and scholded her. Now, you may not think scholding would have the least bit of influence on a grasshopper, right? Well, one night, it was 2:00 in the morning and my mom, my grandma who was visiting, and I, were up constructing furniture for my room that was in dire need of a makeover. At 2, when we were settling in and getting ready for bed, I checked on Porkchop. And you know where she was? Porkchop was halfway between her birdhouse and where we had lost her that one week, facing away from the birdhouse. I touched her antennae to let her know I was there, and she hind-tailed it back to her birdhouse. She knew she wasn't supposed to be doing it. Oh how we loved our dear Porkchop. She began to get lethargic as the winter came. She fled to the ceiling during storms. She reached for your bangs when she was near your face. Ah, that's another thing. When she wanted something, she reached for it with her front two legs. When she really wanted it, she reached and grabbed as furiously as a little kid. If she didn't want it, she took one of her front two legs and motioned us away and held her leg in the air until it was gone. Many a laugh we owe to her antics, lack of common sense, and just her being there sometimes. Then, one fateful day, I was getting ready for school. My mom decided just by chance to check on Porkchop. She was on the floor, missing a hind leg, jmping frantically in circles. She was dying. We tried to help her and keep her alive, but there really wasn't anything we could do. We kept her happy to the end though, and made sure she always knew one of us was there. Eventually, a member of the family passed away. She lasted almost 12 hours after the incedent. I don't think she wanted to die. We weren't attached to her like one is attached to a stuffed animal, not like an ant farm, not even like a puppy. It was an even stronger bond. We loved her and she truly loved us back. She had a personality, and we loved her for it and we were devastated when she died. It's too bad we didn't record the date we got her and when she died. She was the most precious Spur Throated grasshopper you ever saw and we miss her like nothing else. We have another grasshopper now, still unnamed, and it has the energy of youth. It's nowhere near as tame as our Porkchop, but it has become used to us and doesn't try to escape, except for when we try to catch it to put it in or out of its cage. Sometimes we still cry over our Buggy, our Porkchop who shouldn't have died. Best wishes for you and your frog and I hope you become as close as siblings. |
| Friday, 04 May 2007, 06:34 | |
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garand |
Woww.... you just beat mousey...
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| Friday, 04 May 2007, 07:03 | |
Jayenkai
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LOL! I was SO about to say that!
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| Friday, 04 May 2007, 07:04 | |
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power mousey
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well shut my mouth! whoa!! and dang!! you, Blitz3Dman, beat me by a country mile. you could say you leaped frog me. I have to go back and re-read this and to music. Only question is which music? Break Out by Swing Out Sister, Walking in Rythum by the Blackbyrds, or even Wake Me Up Before You Go Go by Wham??? Perhaps all three...it will take. new editey: I liked your story. Brought a tear to my eye. Seriously. May Porkchop bask in his/her liver and onions of Insect Heaven in the sky.
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| Friday, 04 May 2007, 11:38 | |
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steve_ancell
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@ The Mousey Of Power... hey steve, you are a bud wiser. LOL... Well they say "You are what you eat" so I suppose that's true for what I drink too. |edit| Ere !... Frogs eat Grasshoppers... I wonder if that's why frogs can jump. |edit| |
| Friday, 04 May 2007, 13:11 | |
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power mousey
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yeah what I drink too. its diet pepsi...especially the diet wild cheery soda but should be called piss water! After I drink it...I dance with Mother nature a lot.
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| Friday, 04 May 2007, 14:48 | |
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Blitz3Dman
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Meh, I fixed a bunch of spelling errors and missing words. @Mousey It was definately a she. At first we thought of it as a he but we one day found out she was definately female. Edit: Anyone who's handled grasshoppers should know that one of their main defenses is the spines on their hind legs. Porkkchop's were some of the pointiest, sharpest, most potetially painful spikes you've ever seen. What's significant about this is that she never hit us with them. When we handled her in a way she didn't like, she tapped us with the bottom of her foot. She never got us with those spines because she knew and trusted us. My mom would sometimes hover her foot a mere inch above the ground above Porkchop and she wouldn't move at all. |
| Friday, 04 May 2007, 16:04 | |
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power mousey
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wow!! maybe I'll do something like the Kiwi and Porkchop dance. and in 3d too.. crazeee, I know. set it to some music like well..um cough when I was using the Dark Basic I had a couple of jumping cartoon frogs and set to the midi music of Power Ranger theme song. ;D but with 3d renditions of Kiwi and Porkchop dancing to the music of the midi version song of 'Life is a Flower'. Or perhaps the midi version of 'Rock Your Baby'. ahhhhh!!! sounds cooler. True! Kiwi and Porkchop dancing partners???
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| Friday, 04 May 2007, 16:47 | |
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magicman
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clam calm, whats the diffrence. besides clams are pretty calm.
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| Friday, 04 May 2007, 16:51 | |
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power mousey
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if you read my post... I knew what you mean. And what you said and intended. And even what you did last summer. seriously, I knew what you meant. And I also intended it as an intro into further discussion of the cute female froggie named Kiwi.
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| Friday, 04 May 2007, 16:53 | |
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steve_ancell
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Ere Nick !... Now you need to get a pond and breed loads of them frogs, then invite Sir Paul McCartney around so that he can teach them how to harmonise.
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| Friday, 04 May 2007, 19:29 | |
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blanko1324
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This post got weird. @mousey: I live in Maryland! When did you move? @Blitz3Dman: ...never mind, no comment. @Steve: Man...go have another beer.
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| Saturday, 05 May 2007, 00:07 | |
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power mousey
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the topic was already weird to start with. duhhhhhh!!! :/ although and again, Kiwi is cute. whatever. |
| Saturday, 05 May 2007, 22:15 | |
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blanko1324
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I'm starting to think that it's actually male. It croaks. Plus it's small in size, and males are about an inch smaller than girls.
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| Saturday, 05 May 2007, 22:47 | |
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hyruleknight |
cool frog, frogs are always great. and rodents, gotta love those fat little furry bastards |
| Sunday, 06 May 2007, 16:07 | |
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power mousey
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so blanko, are you saying that Kiwi or is more of a Kiwo? that froggie you have is a male? if thats the case, then he is handsome and charming for a princess to kiss. yeah, my family used to live in Maryland. I remember I was in the third grade. I remember bits and pieces. The apartments,the swamp forest area, the elemetary school, trips to the Capitol and White House, ice skating and also swimming in the lake. A few other things too. And also my first real taste or distaste for coffee. I got my first real taste of coffee too. One of my friends invited me and my little brother Mark over. Their parents were working and when the cats are away the mice play and in the kitchen too. Yep, our first real taste of Folgers crystals. Kinda looked like Hersheys powdered milk chocolate. Just add milk for great chocolatey taste. ha!! Soooooooooooo....we um cough poured the milk in glasses and put in some Folgers and our first real taste of a cool,cold Hersheys latte. Yuck!!! ugh!!! we spit it out. Just...and just one of the good nostalgic memories of living in Maryland. Meery aint it?? cheers power mousey |
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