Frog

Dear Blog,

Alright, Blog, I have a fucking story to tell you.

So once upon a time (that time being prehistoric), there lived this frog in a bog, Blog. This frog was a happy frog - probably all big from evolution and about to become an alligator or something - and he spent his days hopping from lilly pad to lilly pad eating gross mutant bugs and sleeping at night under the stars. It was never too cold to sleep outside and it was never too hot to have to wear a hat. Frogs don't wear hats, you know. He had oodles of friends; the other frogs liked him, they thought he was funny and caring. Which he was, of course. He cared very much about other frogs and their well being. But the frog began to notice that alot of times, the other little frogs would have a damned good time at the expense of his feelings. I mean, there really is nothing funnier than watching a frog slip on a lilly pad and fall in the mucky part of the pond, but they could have picked him up after having a chortle or two, couldn't they? Moreover, all the other frogs kept on getting kissed by prehistoric princesses and turned into Prince Charmings. And, though the poor frog spent alot of time with the princesses and enjoyed their company immensely, none of them seemed to think him worth the trouble of a kiss.

Though they sure thought him one hell of a friend.

This made the frog sad. But he wanted desperately to make the other frogs happy, so he said nothing of his sadness. He just kept hopping from lilly pad to lilly pad until he hopped his way to Spain, where he became an ascetic and morphed into the abominable snowman.

He ended his days in a cave, skinning the flesh off of some fish as an ascetic abominable snowman.

The End.



XOXO,

P. I. Staker