The Frog

I wanted to tell you a story about a frog, so I came up with one who wore a jacket that had caramels in the pocket that were as tiny as grains of sugar. I meant to tell you about that sweet-toothed frog, but another jumped up and took his place. The second frog wasn’t imagined, but a frog made of flesh and blood, as real as can be. He said, “Tell a story about me, instead! That made-up frog of yours doesn’t work one bit.” So, what choice did I have? I’ll now tell you a story about the second, jacketless frog.