Typical

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Many years ago my brother gave me a small wooden frog that I believed was cursed.
When he gave it to me, I left it in my car. The car started having massive problems.
When I bought a new car, my wife took it and put it in her office. Her job went from great to nightmare.
She brought it home and we began to have a lot of personal problems.

Last night as I was driving home in the dark through the rain and wind, a leaf blew across the road in front of my car that looked just like that frog.
I ran it over.

Then, a second one jumped out.
Then, a third.

As I continued through the dark, my wife called.
“Did you pick up the mail when you got home?” I asked.
“Yes,” she said. “There were a few things for you.”
“One of them is from my brother, isn’t it?”
“It has your mother’s return address, but isn’t from her,” she said.

I checked it out when I got home.
A card. Nothing more than his name on it.

I threw it in the trash.

But, I haven’t shaken the feeling he’s up to something nasty involving me.

This is typical of how my precog works. It warns me about things, but only gives me warnings I understand after things happen.
It’s not very useful to go back and say “Oh, that’s what it meant!”
Yet, that is what often happens.

Wonder what it will be this time.
I’m looking out for that frog...