Welcome! As my middle-grade novel THE WOLF BELT searches for a loving agent and editor, please enjoy this excerpt:
Daniel peeled back the skin on his frog and got his first good look at its innards. Everything was so tiny. Lying in the metal tray, its head flopped back, its heart exposed, the lifeless frog looked helpless. Alone. Suddenly a big gross out didn’t seem like so much fun.
Next to him, Michael prodded his frog with more force. “Sick! Look at the intestines! Man, I didn’t think everything would be this small. Is that the stomach? Whoa, the heart’s purple!”
Daniel worked in silence. The line of removed organs grew, surrounding the metal tray. With each cut, a thought cut deeper in his mind. This frog used to hop around in a creek or a pond. It ate flies, splashed water, croaked when the sun went down.
And now it was dead. And he was cutting out everything that kept it alive.
It didn’t seem right.
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