My little cricket friend that I found in my room 4 months ago keeps coming back.
I put him in the laundry room, hoping he will get outside.
But I guess it's cold out there.
He likes my room.
He only has one leg.
When I first found him,
I felt bad.
He was so little.
And only one little weak back springing leg.
I thought he would die.
I was so sad.
He was precious and I didn't want him to die.
But now, his body is huge, not skrawny anymore.
And his once weak little springing leg is big and buff.
He gets around just fine.
His name is Jasper.
The strongest at heart survive.
I'm proud that I still see him around.
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