littlek wrote:My mother found the big bullfrog lying at the bottom of the pond so she fished him out with a net. Turns out he'd tried to catch and eat a sparrow and choked himself. I guess he choked the sparrow too. Or drowned it. Anyway, my mother thought it was cool, so she stuck it in the fridgerator so we could see it when we came down here. And you all think I'M weird!
Photos will be shared when I get them.
Why is littlek always trying to lessen the impact of my stories. Now no one will care about the frog/falcon death match by the split-rail fence which came micro-seconds after the frog had finished banging the hell out of a rabbit.
Who now cares about the ultimate fate of aforementioned rabbit? Or where did the falcon take the screaming frog? Might the frog have escaped?
These questions are now meaningless because everyone is waiting with bated breath for littlek to post pictures of her stupid frozen bullfrog with a sparrow lodged in its mouth.
We shall meet again, littlek.
Perhaps next time.... victory will be mine.