Tonight, I have a little story about Frederick the Frog.  Don’t let this flattened amphibian fool you. The Insect World knew him as “Freddy Four Fingers.”

He took out hundreds of flies, gnats, moths, and such in his day.  If it had wings, Freddy got da’ job done.  But he finally got his alright.  Tonight, while sitting there under the porch light (listening to Sinatra),  a mob of fire flies dropped a rock on his head.  Done.  Word on the street goes:  Manny the Monarch ordered the hit.  And the Carboni Bunnies were in on it too.

Freddie leaves a wife and 4,293 tadpoles.