Stop telling me that there is no frog in our flat. I heard it this morning again and I know it is here somewhere.
Yes, I know that we live in a city, but everyone has to live somewhere. Frogs have to live somewhere, too.
Yes, I know that we live on the 17th floor, but frogs can jump. I know they can not jump that high, but there are elevators.
No, they cannot press buttons, but they can enter an elevator when someone else does and travel with that person.
No, it did not ring the bell, and no, it did not have the key to our apartment. It probably came in when you opened the door going to or coming from work.
No, you would not have noticed that. You would not notice a frog if it sat on the top of my head.
Wait, I hear it again! Won’t you please shut up? I prefer listening to the frog.
No, this frog does not have nicer voice than you do; it is the content I like more. Stop making sense!
Stumble it!
MissUnderstood 