Backyard Adventures - Terry-Tu (PartII)

by Hellon   Aug 11, 2013


Next morning I arose
with the sun and crept outside
in anticipation.

He was still there!
but, had now settled
on the lowest branch
of his tree...

No longer eating nuts...his head
cocked to one side
as if in thought
or, was he listening
to something I couldn't hear?
I tried to tip-toe closer
but he saw me immediately...
"Bonjour Madame
Comment allez-vous?"
he chirped

"Tres bien, merci" I replied
"parlez-vous Anglais?"

He stretched his purple neck,
puffed out his orange breast
and said "oui...of course,
I am Terry-Tu, I speak
many languages...please
come and meet my friend
Hopper...he's moved into
the lily pond. He has
a limp (old war wound)
and a lisp. He's quite proud
of the limp but shy about
his lisp so please pretend
you don't notice".

"Hopper...say hello to Madame".

"Hewwo"..the frog croaked.
(He spoke in Engish but with a very heavy French accent)

I need some coffee! Strong and black
I thought as I nodded my head in greeting!...

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  • 11 years ago

    by Baby Rainbow

    Yay! Hopper :)

    Next morning I arose
    with the sun and crept outside
    in anticipation.

    - I really like the wording of this opening as we are reminded right away of the last poem and how Terry might or might not have been there the next day so we know this is what you are curious about.

    He was still there!
    but, had now settled
    on the lowest branch
    of his tree...

    - I like how you used "his tree" as if he had not moved all night and had now claimed that tree as his new home.

    No longer eating nuts...his head
    cocked to one side
    as if in thought
    or, was he listening
    to something I couldn't hear?
    I tried to tip-toe closer
    but he saw me immediately...
    "Bonjour Madame
    Comment allez-vous?"
    he chirped

    - I like how you add a bit of mystery here, as to what it is he is watching or thinking about, in a children's book I can imagine their excitement when they are desperate to find out what it is.

    "Tres bien, merci" I replied
    "parlez-vous Anglais?"

    He stretched his purple neck,
    puffed out his orange breast
    and said.."�-ui...of course,
    I am Terry-Tu, I speak
    many languages...please
    come and meet my friend
    Hopper...he's moved into
    the lily pond. He has
    a limp (old war wound)
    and a lisp. He's quite proud
    of the limp but shy about
    his lisp so please pretend
    you don't notice".

    - I like the French conversation again because it added a little bit of uniqueness to this story and poem. But I am glad he can also speak English as I don't understand French lol. The introduction to Hopper was done well and straight away you have given him a home too so this adds to the painting of scenery outside. Also builds up a strong character of this frog with your given info on him.

    "Hopper...say hello to Madame".

    "Hewwo"..the frog croaked.

    I need some coffee! Strong and black
    I thought as I nodded my head in greeting!...

    - I think it might be something stronger than coffee you need? lol. Good ending, like you just could not believe your eyes and think you are still dreaming.

    I enjoyed it, thanks. x x