Walking though the forest I slipped in a bog. and looking at me was a Frog on a log. He sat and watched all the time I was sinking, safe on the log,while croaking and blinking. Up to my neck I was covered in mud, when he jumped from the log to my head with a thud. Both me and the rog we sunk in the bog...
Reason for writing:
What a way to go!!!
Birth sign: Capricorn
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