Missing Link

Fred, is a frog. Not a real frog, mind you, a stuffed frog. He’s MY stuffed frog, and he is awesome.

I “liberated” Fred from an individual from my past; a humanitarian act of monumental proportions. He’s since become my Hobbes. Yes, I’m totally serial. He’s taken on a kind of alter-ego personality, and has become my little buddy, watching me play video games ( I know, I know, I should be outside playing games or running around… call me a hypocrite, whatever. ) or watching movies with me and Ann. He also has little adventures.

So, how did this all get started? It all really started on Kairos 41, when I was a student leader. I took Fred along with me. Brother Tim kept making comments about how he was looking forward to having frog legs for dinner, and how it wasn’t at all uncommon for stuffed animals to go missing. I took steps that any unrational person would take… I handcuffed fred to me. As people kept asking me why Fred was handcuffed to me, I spun an elaborate tale about how fred snuck out the previous night and went to the gambling boats, when the staff there tried to kick him out for being to roudy, he refused and got arrested. The police brought him back to me and I assured them that he would stay away from the boats. They told me it was my ass if he went back. I asked for and recieved a pair of handcuffs, and never left fred out of my sight. Everyone seemed quite amused by this story, and the legend of Fred was born. I still have people ( fellow team members) who tell me to say hi to fred and give him a hug from them. Every time it makes the little guy’s ego swell.

When I went down to Louisiana after Katrina, I left Fred in Ann’s care. I knew a hurricane drenched state was no place for a froggie like him. It was while I was gone on that trip that Fred got his nickname: Mean Green. I still don’t know all that he did while I was gone, neither Ann nor he will talk about it.

One time, my iPod went missing. I found out what happened to it a few days later when I caught Fred with it, listening to all kinds of techo music. He loves the techno, and I have no idea why.

During my last semester at SJC, there were several occasions when Ann would come over to my dorm suite (seriously, it was way too big for one person, I had a freakin King size bed, sofa, coffee table, bathroom, and office! ) and Fred would do things to ambush her and scare her. It was pretty funny when he took my ring and called it a wrist laser and hung over the door waiting for her to arrive.