the story of timber

Timber had heard about the old froggie frost king In the middle of winter he heard his croak sing. “Ribbit and Kribbit, Fribbit, Fruity Frau Fling I can grand giant wishes, if your notions you bring.” Timber pulled his injured arm out of the sling. “Please, sir, can you fix my poor broken arm wing?” Froggie frost king rose out of the water in full regal bling. Frozen icicles in his eyes, they truly did sting. “Hello, lad, your arm is now fixed,” decreed the frog king. It was the best present of all. To Timber it meant everything. The entire snow covered forest came alive and began to sing. “He can ribbit, fribbit and kribbit. He is the Froggie Frost King!”