Paul Hutchens, Watermelon Mystery at Sugar Creek
“ Once in awhile at night in the spring or summer when it was bullfrog season, we would wade in the weed-grown water along the edge of the riffles with lanterns and flashlights looking for the giant-sized brown and dark-green monsters whose eyes in the light were like the headlamps of toy automobiles—bullfrogs, as you probably know, having long hind93 legs with bulging muscles, which when they are skinned, are snow-white, and when Mom fries them, they taste even better than fried chicken. ”
