Evening,

Ah, froglets, I just have to share this story with you.  Ouch, my sides are still hurting from laughing so much.

This morning, I thought I would go around to see what Uncle Wilf was up to and hopped up to his kitchen window.  There, the delicious smell of roast chicken came floating out of the window and over my head.  It made me ravenous so I hopped up onto his window sill to see if he was around and if he would like some help with eating the chicken and found it sitting there on the stove, in front of me with some roast potatoes.

I listened but there was no sign of Uncle Wilf so I hopped through the kitchen window which had been left slightly open and landed on the work top next to the stove.  Well, I could not resist a roast potato…or two…and then I turned my attention to the roast chicken.  I only meant to take a tiny bit of meat off the leg, Uncle Wilf would not have noticed it missing!  But honestly froglets, somehow when I touched the chicken, all the leg came off in my hand.  So what was a frog supposed to do?  Leave it?  No, the damage had been done so I ate all the meat off the chicken leg and it was sooo good.  So good, in fact, that I had a little bit more and then a little more.  By now, you can imagine the chicken was looking in a right poorly state so I did the only thing I could do, took it with me before Uncle Wilf found out.  You never know, maybe he will have forgotten about his roast chicken with any luck!

Anyway, I hopped back out of the window with the chicken and was half-way down the street having made my escape when I saw trouble – Uncle Wilf running towards me shouting my name and waving his arms in the air.  Quick as a flash I hopped over to the nearest drain pipe to the river and thought I had made good my escape but no, Uncle Wilf shouted down after me, “oi, Errol, come here, that is my dinner you’ve stolen”.

He was red in the face and waving with what looked like a packet of gravy in one of his hands.  He shook both his hands at me and as I shot down the drain pipe he shouted after me that I was in serious trouble.

Oh, but his face and watching him run up the street, froglets – it was priceless.  It was worth stealing his chicken just for that.

And the rest of the chicken was just as delicious as that first chicken leg and now I am fully stuffed but very happy.

Sees ya later, froglets, from one very satisfied –

E