The Queens Little Cur

The queen frog sat on the throne protecting her dog. He was a tiny thing, spoiled rotten, a mutt from the bog. He fell into the gravy, the jealous ones agreed together. Brought in from a storm in the worst winter weather. The dog was as loyal to the queen as she was to him. She named him Stewart Jingle Jones Gyrate and Jim. We often had to tiptoe around her little spoiled cur. For he was a mean little thing, and always next to her.