Morning froglettes,

Yesterday, it was Admiral Snapfish’s annual garden party in Bluebell meadow. It is always a good spectacle to go and watch and it is always extremely well organised. All the guests are beautifully dressed and they eat beautifully cut worm sandwiches and drink pumpkin juice out of beautiful but fragile looking glasses. I would most likely break the stem of the glass if I drank out of one of those!

Herring Gull Harry and I always go along to watch, sitting on the branch of an oak tree that overlooks the meadow. However, this year we thought we would brightened up the event a little by bringing along some uninvited guests – grasshoppers. Yes.  The two of us spent a whole day collecting as many grasshoppers as we could and put them in a bag.

Once the guests had arrived and were chatting to one another, I took a grasshopper out of the bag and it fell – straight into a man’s glass of pumpkin juice.

“Oh dear,” said one of his friends laughing, “you seem to have an uninvited guest in your glass!”

“Here, sir,” said an efficient waiter handing him another glass of pumpkin juice and taking away the ruined drink with the grasshopper still inside struggling to get out.

“Here, gimme some,” whispered Herring Gull Harry putting his hand into the bag and taking a handful of grasshoppers which he then released onto the unsuspecting guests below with glee. I quickly did the same tipping all the grasshoppers out of the bag.

Some flew down to the ground and hopped around frog’s legs causing them to do a funny jig-like dance which Herring Gull Harry and I found very funny to watch. Some ended up in people’s food and some in their hair which involved a lot of scratching. Some looked up but Herring Gull Harry and I were well hidden amongst the leaves of the tree.

“We’re being attacked by a plague of flies.”

“This pesky fly keeps going up my skirt,” said one lady (I’m sure the grasshopper had just lost his bearings).

“I demand to know what is going on.”

“Admiral, is this your idea of entertainment?”

“What are these insects?”

Admiral Snapfish was as puzzled as the guests and kept looking up at the sky as though the answer lay there. It didn’t, it lay with us but he wasn’t to know that.

The poor waiters didn’t know what to do and were busy trying to catch the poor grasshoppers but they were just too quick for them. It was brilliant entertainment to watch, priceless.

Once the excitement was over, Herring Gull Harry and I climbed down the tree and made our way home. Until next year, froglettes,

E