Frogs can dance. It's the truth. They can

Frogs can dance. It's the truth. They can do the salsa, the rumba, ballet, tap dance, you name it. Mr. Froggles tap danced over to Mrs. Froggles. "Tell me, dear, why do you

sit so lonely over here?" He bowed. "Would you care to join me in a waltz?" Mrs Froggles was not amused. "Damn it, Froggles, we're married! We're too old to be dancing

in the moonlight!" she cried. Mrs. Froggles sat on a lilypad, still mourning. "I know it's been a year," she sobbed, "but once you've loved Toad, nothing will ever compare."

Nothing ever did compare, and Mrs. Froggles wasted away slowly in her sorrow, becoming pale and emaciated, rarely speaking, and only seen outside her home on every other washday.

ide by throwing themselves into traffic. Mrs. Frogges, meanwhile had completed her panda suit and was in the process of trying it on for the first time. What a glorious day for her

and her little pets. Well, they weren't really pets. They were balls of feces with corn for eyes and intestinal membrane for mouths. Nevertheless, Mrs. Frogges began

questioning the logistics of obtaining 475 dry lbs of weapons grade linoleum flooring by Thursday night. Mrs. Frogges thought it would be impossible to get it in such a short time

, but it was imperative if the plan was to be carried out successfully. Mrs. Frogges parted the lace curtain in & carefully placed the geranium on the sill...the sign...It was time

to bring President Obama in. "Thanks again Barack" I continued, waving him ahead into the open door. "SURPRISE!" yelled all the guests. Alright, the B-day party was finally ON!