He slowly climbed the library ladder and

He slowly climbed the library ladder and wheeled it across the rows of books. The collector wanted the first-printing with the emerald end pages. Very rare indeed.

It was the last copy of "Frog and Toad are Friends" left in existence. The radical wing of the National Preschool Board was eradicating all evidence of picture books. Prose reigned

in lieu of the unsophisticated tonality-based poesy of two bipedal anurines obtaining fast-melting ice cream in a humid swamp. "Frog and Toad are More Than Friends" was the sequel.

But,as usually happens,since there was no more sexual tension between the two of them Frog and Toad,the sequel flunk.The producers

decided to make a graphic novel about Frog and Toad. Something dark and gritty.

Frog stared at Toad with blood-shot eyes. "I don't know what happened. She wouldn't stop talking. I wanted her to stop so I grabbed her throat and squeezed and squeezed." "Where's

the body?" Toad asked. Frog hopped unsteadily to a place behind some tall fronds. "Here," he crossed, unable to look at where she lay. Toad started to laugh. "You say you strangled

her? I didn't know you had the guts," Toad said. The pond was eerie as Frog stared at Toad with gaunt, wet eyes. "Anything for flies," he said. "Even if it takes murder, I have to

eat." Frog & Toad sat there silently together on a lilypad for a while. "You know there is an easier way,"Toad said. "You can order flies online. No need to murder anyone again."