Frogman

By Karla Potter

Trinette and her family moved to Kentenna in the Amazon Basin rainforest, because her father took a big construction job there. she and her family found themselves camping by a flooded river before reaching Kentenna. Trinette passed the days by going out in the woods to draw. There she met Tazon a strange creature of the rainforest. when the river receded the family moved to Kentenna where Trinette meets Tyler. Tyler is a young man around her age and they become friends.Soon after Trinette finds out that the strange creatures are living in the rainforest. Trinette's adventurous spirit keeps her seeking the truth about the strange happenings in the rainforest.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Karla Potter
• Release date: Jan 7, 2024
• ISBN: 9798224279395

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Frogman

Copyright 2010

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Published 2010-2022

My story begins in the Amazon Jungle, a magnificent broad-leafed rainforest mainly in the heart of Brazil; the basin covers an impressive area of 1.7 billion acres. It has an extraordinary value in the natural world in terms of the oxygen it provides and the splendid array of beautiful plants and animal species that call it home. And as my luck would have it, it is also home to around two and a half million insect species. It is home to the most diverse and numerous arrays of species in the world. However, not to get off subject, the Amazon is not a very popular or frequented tourist destination, and yet my family moved there to a small town called Kentenna when I was 16 years old. Soon afterward, a company called The Constructors began building a power plant near us. And the small enchanting town began to steadily grow to meet the needs of the construction crew that worked with the native people to promote traditional and sustainable agroforestry. Dad told me that the company stepped in to save roughly one and a half million acres of natural rainforest around the small town and help preserve most waterways and irreplaceable forest reserves. Dad was a carpenter; he would be hip-deep in work with all the new homes needing to be built. Mom, on the other hand, is a skillful woodcarver. She could hardly wait to work with the wide varieties of wood, which are only in the lush Amazon River Basin. It is said to be the oldest tropical rainforest area in the world. It is perhaps as much as 100 million years old; anyway, I got my artistic ability from her.

​Oops, I am getting ahead of myself. It was a beautiful day outside as we all packed up and boarded a ship that ran from Florida, where I was born, to the Amazon Basin. Then we flew down the coast and past what appeared to be a magnificent giant blue crystal-shaped octopus with arms reaching all directions. Actually, it was only a bunch of rivers that flowed altogether at that one point. Anyway, we landed and then drove the rest of the way. We finally reached one of the rivers during the flood season, so we had to wait a week until the floods receded.

​We pulled over and began setting up camp. My younger brother, Kyle loved to play in the river, so needless to say, it fell to me to keep an eye on the little brat and make sure he didn't swim in the water that was way too deep. Yet, I spent more time drawing in my sketchbook than keeping an eye on him, which was fine by both of us. He thought girls were weird; the brat drove me up a wall.

​On the last day before the river was shallow enough to cross, Kyle and I went down to the river, as usual. Since it was the last day here, I decided to put on one of the purple and pink outfits that dad loved seeing me in and placed a purple ribbon in my hair. I also put the silver cross necklace with two circles crossing that dad gave me for Valentine's Day. Believe it or not, he actually still calls me Daddy's little girl at my age.

​Dad said, The cross looks beautiful on you, and that bow looks so pretty in your hair; the two are so fitting for a beautiful young woman. Mushy stuff, I know, but that was like dad, always seeing the best in me. I don't mind that much; I wish he would see me more as a young woman than Daddy’s little girl.

​Kyle ran in when we finally got to the water, pulling clothes off in the usual haphazard way a six-year-old does before swimming. His laughter tinkled like a bell, and I grinned as I thought. He sure does love to swim.

​Sitting near the bank, I opened my sketchbook, then glancing about, I remembered what mom had said, "Geographic variations in sunlight, rainfall, temperature, and soils mark the floral provinces of Amazonian. And the trees, of which there has been counted at least 117 species in just half of a square mile. These trees