tale of blue frog

blue frog adored his yellow umbrella and his snappy boots. He loved the rain when others were yelling out “shoot”s. he stamped in the puddles, getting his posterior wet. Hey mom! a kid yelled, “that frog would make a decent pet!” Blue frog began hopping as fast as his legs could run. The small boy lit out, and the race was now not fun. The mother luckily grabbed the kid by the ear. Pinching it hard, she yelled, “come back here!” Blue frog learned a lesson on that rainy day. Stay in the bog, where the bad humans don’t play. He never went back out to London Town, no lie. “Great strategy!” said the well-eaten fly.