Morning froglettes,

Well, our holiday by the sea-side is well and truly over for now. Froggle-poo, I moan, froggle-poo. It was such a good adventure and it seemed to take forever for our departure day to the sea-side to arrive – only for it to disappear in the blink of a super- hop.

Worse still, froglettes, as if returning home wasn’t bad enough, Teacup decided it would be a good idea for Herring Gull Harry and I to have a healthy day. She muttered something about this being good for our energy levels! This ‘healthy’ day consisted of eating dried mosquitos and flies and drinking water. Honestly, froglettes, Herring Gull Harry and I thought that we had entered some kind of nightmare in which we were prisoners of Jailer Teacup.

When she went out into the garden to pick some mint, I took the opportunity to quickly go to the cupboard and find some worms in which to make a sandwich but the cupboard was bare. Empty. My disappointment was complete and my heart sank to the floor.

“The worms have been put away for today so that you can’t be tempted, Errol,” said a voice by the door.

“Teacup, what are you doing to us? moaned Herring Gull Harry.

“I am so, so, so hungry,” I added. “Besides, we need our food. Don’t forget, we are growing frogs after all.”

“Trust me, flies and mosquitos will keep you full for longer and you will find that you do not need to eat worm sandwiches as well.”

“But what about now? I had a nice little pile of worms on this plate just waiting to be eaten.”

“Don’t worry, they’re safe and you’ll get them back.”

“When? I asked hopefully.

“When you have finished our healthy day,” said Teacup eating a fly with relish and smiling.

I put my head in my hands in despair. Since when did Teacup become such a tyrant?

‘Till later.

E