It is like this one time our bullfrog told

It is like this one time our bullfrog told us, "Frogs! 50 of you are going into the pond but only 25 of you are coming back". The other 49 and I froglets looked at each sure that w

indow of opportunity was soon to pass, so we better hop to it. The bullfrog might be right, but we froglets have to stick together. So before we ventured into the swamp, we made

ourselves piranha costumes, so that the swamp creatures would not realize that we were defenseless froglets. So began our arduous journey to find the froglet promised land which

was devoid of the bruttish bugeyed seaweady Mishapen Ones whose cajun roots made them pine for "Mon'delicioux crunchy frog". Our leader Mojus Webfoot raised his snakestaff to part

the swarmy swampwaters. "Let's get jiggy wid it! Then we'll laissez les bon temps roulette!" Mojus Webfoot drawled. We all cheered & followed him through the parted swamp. "We be

-gan, comment on dit, fracking this swamp 'bout fourteen year ago" said our guide. I began to doubt Webfoot's integrity, but several miles into swamp waters, I needed him.

Suddenly, there was a movement in the swampy waters next to us and one of our party, Harry, I believe his name was, disappeared under the water with nary a sound. Webfoot yelled

"Monster!" That would be his last word as the water grabbed him and pulled him to his doom. I rushed forward hoping to wade out of the water before my time came to join them.

I ran away from the flooding building. Later, I did some money, bought a false ID and moved abroad. Just to make sure that nobody followed me, I made an appointment with a surgeon

to replace my kneecaps with hubcaps. Nobody would be lookin' at my face with these phat rims! If I was gonna go on the lam, you can bet your bottom dollar it'd be in style.