I gave her a prompt and told her to use 5 of her stem words.
What do you think?
Freddy’s Great Escape
Freddy the frog had been living in the first-grade classroom for weeks. He spent his days hopping around his little tank, watching the kids scribble letters and giggle at silly videos. But Freddy had a dream—to be free, to leap through real grass instead of the shredded paper at the bottom of his enclosure.
One rainy afternoon, as the students listened to a symphony of raindrops against the windows, Freddy saw his chance. His enclosure was sitting too close to the edge of the counter, right beneath the window. And the lid? Loosely placed, not snapped shut. When the teacher turned to excise a torn page from a book, Freddy made his move. He leaped—once, twice—until his tiny green body smacked against the plastic lid. It shifted. One more jump, and—YES! He was out!
But freedom wasn’t so easy. The kids gasped, and one shouted, “Freddy’s escaping!” Chaos erupted. Chairs screeched, little feet stomped, and hands reached to capture him. Freddy dodged left, then right, his omnivorous instincts kicking in—he had to find food, safety, and most importantly, a way out.
Then, salvation: the classroom door stood open, just a crack. Freddy sprinted, his webbed feet slapping against the tile. Just as a student lunged, Freddy made one final, desperate leap—through the door and into the hallway!
Somewhere behind him, the teacher’s voice rang out. “We have a pending frog transfer! Someone catch him before he gets outside!”
But it was too late. Freddy hopped through an open doorway and into the cool, wet grass. Rain splashed against his back, and for the first time in weeks, he felt truly alive.
The first graders never saw Freddy again—but every time it rained, they imagined him out there, singing in the symphony of the storm.
