Foley's Tails From Rainbow Bridge: Pocket and the Frog Prince

I love picnics. I didn’t partake on the mortal side. My  Mom is not one to sit outside, having an aversion to dirt. But, my first week here, to cheer me up, Tommy Tunes took me for a picnic, on the banks of the River of Life. It was the first time I had felt at peace as I rested on the green grass. I finally understood what rest in peace meant.

I have gone on picnics with many of my angel friends but today it would be just Pocket and I. Sometimes you have to be kind to your smallest sibling (and she has a tiny appetite and there are more Watercress and Bacon sandwiches for me.)

We found a lovely spot and put our blanket down. We sat, and I opened the basket, handed Pocket a sandwich, put my one on the grass while I struggled to open up my cherry preserves, and, when I finally unscrewed the top I noticed my sandwich was gone. I was going to blame Pocket but then I saw a frog near the river bank eating my sandwich.

“Hey!” I yelled and tossed a bully stick stub toward him. (If you know what a bully stick is you will understand what an insult that was.) “Give me back my sandwich,” I barked.

“Pardon me,” the frog said with a well-practiced French accent. “I have been starving since an evil witch changed me from my princely form into a frog body. If you could give me a kiss I will be returned to my original human figure, and I will make you into my princess.”

The old prince in a frog suit who will make you into a princess trick was the number one cause of dogs being separated from sandwiches with the crust cut off. I was going to tell him to give me back my sandwich or I would make a snack out of his legs when Pocket excitedly stood and announced that she would be a princess.

Then she kissed the little green freak square on the lips.

And nothing happened. 

I was about to tell my sister that she had been fooled when a hundred frogs appeared on lily pads and announced that their king was back. Then the frogs carried the prince and the Pocket to a giant lily pad where she was about to be crowned as the Frog Queen.

I yelled at Pocket to stop but she was in her glory, being recognized as royalty. I had to get in line to greet Princess Pocket and the Frog Prince. When I came to her I whispered that she didn’t want to live the rest of her life on a lily pad but she was caught up in being a princess and not thinking about eating fly stew every day.

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When the ceremony ended I was prepared to go home when Pocket joined me. I asked her why she wasn’t staying and she explained that she was one of 1,000 frog princesses and the queen was immortal so she would probably never have to rule of the frogs. “I think you should address me as Princess Pocket,” she said.

I told her I would do it for the rest of the night.

Then she told me I also had to pay a dowry of 10,000 bugs to the Prince’s family.

Damn frogs.

They are always working an angle. 

Poetry Thursday

 

This week's inspiration from the Two Spoiled Cats

Mr. Black had a plan

To steal everything he can

But he made a mistake, to drive the getaway van

He hired the Stay-Puff Marshmallow Man.

“He is too recognizable” complained Mr. Blue 

When he saw Stay-Puft as part of the villainous crew

But Mr. Black said there was no reason for a big tadoo

He was sure when they pulled the job Stay-Puft would meet

at the rendezvous. 

The day of the robbery the men stole a million dollar from the bank

And trustworthy Stay-Puft pulled up on the building’s flank

And the crew got in assured the van had a full gas tank

And as they drove away a young boy said to his mom: “The robbery

is a prank.”

His mother was happy of the robbery she and her son

were both a survivor

She asked him what he saw, knowing the boy was a real s

Which was unusual because the boy got good grades, a real striver.

And of the truth he would never deprive her

So he told her the Stay-Puft Marshmallow man was the driver.

She dragged him to the station to see the lead detective.

And the boy gave the cops his perspective

And the detective sent out a directive

And he hoped the boy’s information would be effective.

Law enforcement knew where Stay-Puff’s house was

It was made of marshmallows  which inspired guffaws

Melting in the summer was just one of its flaws

Easy to find, police surrounded the house filled with outlaws

Stay-Puff said they would die before giving up the score

The police hit the house with flame throwers and blew off the doors

And they were able to arrest this criminal game of four

By bombing the house with graham crackers and chocolate

making the house a giant smores

Wordless Wednesday

 

Beat this caption

 

I'm a good boy. please take me home with you. I'll be good. the woman in the black dress and black hills is mean to me