Forlorn the frog sat by the pond wanting to contemplate his navel.
Forlorn the frog wondered what the fuss was all about.
Forlorn the frog wanted to be a man again.
Forlorn the frog knew he needed to improve his outlook.
Forlorn the frog tried, unsuccessfully, to break into a smile. (279 characters)
Written for: https://katmyrman.com/2018/03/13/twittering-tale-75-13-march-2018/
Poor frog
I don’t think his name has suited him.
Murgatroyd would be a better name 😀
aw cute.
Thanks 😀
Poor frog…it’s not easy being green. 😢🐸😢
No never is.
Poor little froggie. If he tried contemplating his navel, he’d probably topple over backwards.
Ha ha yes that’s true
Really, a frog has a sort of perpetual smile so it’s hard to know when he’s chuffed. 😀
I guess you can see frogs in that way, if they broke out in a big cheesy grin it could be a tad offputting?
lol enjoyed this!
Thanks Kate
Good story – it feels like a philosophical allegory about life, food for thought.
Thanks so much.
Yes, the poor frog’s smile looks more like a grimace.
That’s what I think too.
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