Hey...get out of there...you're going to get your eyes pecked out.
The frog ignored me.
Around sundown, I was watering the plants around my front door when I noticed the frog was still there.
Hey....what's the matter with you.....that's not a pond...that's a birdbath.
The frog jumped out of the birdbath and into a nearby bush. He reappeared in a few seconds with a guitar in hand.
I was so stunned I didn't even think about running into the house and grabbing my camera again....so here's a little drawing of what the frog looked like with his tiny little guitar in his hand.
And then he started singing.....honest to god ......he wailed and rocked and thumped his little web feet on the mulch.....
Without a video camera.....I can only provide you with a clip that approximates his strutting and tune.
(Are you visualizing the frog strutting like Mick and playing like Keith?)
I was so amazed.....I ran into the house and grabbed my son's guitar......and joined him.
And I try and I try and I try and I try....I can't get no.....I can't no......no satisfaction.
So frog and I rocked on....till a neighbor called the police.
I told the officers it was just harmless frogging (what else would you call it?)......and then they asked to see my husband......who gave the guitar back to my son......and the men folks all agreed I should stick to chainsaws.
The end.
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