My Frog

He is hollow and his head lifts off. When I was a kid, I hid my money from my different jobs in the frog's body. My mother, bless her precious soul, passed away three years ago at the age of 93 kept my little treasure safely with her almost until the day that she died. Of all her personal belongings it was the only thing that I desired to have. The rest of her items were divided between my siblings.