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The Talking Frog

Two women were hurrying through the Christmas crowds on Main Street, when one happens to hear a strange, little voice, down below her knees.

"Hey!" it yells at her. "Look down here!"

What should she see but a small, frightened green frog, stuck in a showbank. Rush hour trucks and taxis are missing this little guy by just inches.

"Pick me up!" the frog begs.

The woman reaches down with a gloved hand, scoops the critter from the snow and holds him delicately at arm's length.

"Thank you!" he cries. "Now kiss me! I swear if you kiss me, I'll turn into a hotshot Wall Street stockbroker!"

The woman says nothing, and instead tucks the frog in her pocket.

A few minutes later, her walking companion can't stand the suspense.

"Aren't you going to kiss the frog?" she asks.

"Are you kidding?" laughs the rescuer. "You can make more money with a talking frog than you can with a hotshot Wall Street stockbroker."