On our front porch, there's a bougainvillea in a hanging basket. It's about five-and-a-half feet off the ground. This morning I glanced at the little watering spout on the bottom of the basket and saw this frog peering back at me. How he got in there, I'll never know.
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5.5' not too much for a frog.
You remind me of the time in Hawaii when our grouchy tomcat, who liked to eat outside, started mewing up a storm. I step out into the carport to see that a toad at least half as big as Ka'ime the cat himself has perched on the food pile in the dish, good fly-bait I'm sure. Ka'ime had no good idea how to move the toad, and it took me a minute or two to get it out of the dish without dumping all the contents.
This little dude wouldn't make a mouthful for Felix, our biggest cat.
Did he PLUNK his magic twanger?
Damn, the Cap'n beat me to it.
Jeff
Or maybe he went a'courtin'.
"I use to be big. I hoped for a comeback as a spokesfrog for Geiko, but they chose that damn gecko with the accent. What's up with that? I mean that whole Australian thing lasted as long as Paul Hogan's popularity. Now I'm a nobody. I have my flies with cheap vodka. I crash where I can. Mostly the gutter. Occasionally in a flowerpot when I can find one. I should have listened to Durante. "Be awfully nice to them going up, because you're gonna meet them all coming down." - Michigan J. Frog
http://www.toonopedia.com/michigan.htm
http://froggyeve.tripod.com/
http://www.skypoint.com/members/schutz19/durante.htm
Ah, Cap'n Bob, I refuse to be drawn into that one again.
Plunk your magic twanger, Froggy.
Jeff
I should've known it would be on YouTube.
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