Matthew held the frog by its leg. It struggled to get free.
“Come on,” he ordered, “Just stomp on it.”
Jason whispered, “I don’t want to kill the frog.”
“Don’t be a chicken! Just put your foot down! You want to be a man don’t you?”
A giant tear rolled down Jason’s face. Giving Matthew a final glance, he turned and ran away.
“Baby!” Matthew called after him. Frustrated, he picked the frog up and threw it against a tree. It landed with a sad thump on the forest floor.
That night in bed, Matthew cried.
(I feel like I have to add the following statement: This is a work of fiction. No animals were harmed in the making of this story. I do not condone abuse of animals. However, the literary merits of childhood bullies make for good fiction.)