He's some frog.

There has always been a special place in my heart for frogs, and I think that I can thank the First Grade for that.  Specifically, the reading book, "Mortimer Frog."  I loved that book.  I loved it more than "New Friends" and "Mr. Fig" (but not as much as "Mog" because, well, it's "Mog").  There was just something about Mortimer and the red-haired Meg, who always seemed to be wearing green.  It might have had something to do with the cover, which had this neat, cut paper feel to it, or perhaps it was because Mortimer was a nice, long, complicated looking word that sounded neat.  I think probably the main reason I liked it so much was that I could see myself owning a frog like Mortimer (if not Mortimer himself).  In fact, I was convinced that if I ever got a frog as a pet, I'd name it Mortimer, even though when I would eventually catch frogs outside, they all seemed to acquire the name Kermit.  (Curse you, Jim Henson!)  But, maybe those frogs weren't meant to be Mortimer because shortly after I caught them, I would release them again, so perhaps I was subconsciously saving the name Mortimer for a real pet frog (which I never ended up getting).  There was always something about Mortimer that stayed with me, even when all of the other books fell by the way, so that I always remembered that little book.  I still remembered it a good ten years later when, in Eleventh Grade Chemistry, someone sort of remembered it along with the other reading books and I was quick to say that the title was "Mortimer Frog."  Yes, I think that I can safely say that I loved that little frog, and that I will always love that little frog.  

(And if I ever get a frog of my own, I'm naming it Mortimer.)