FROGGY WOG

Chapter 1
It happened on a day that exactly one hundred years had passed. The Bollywog awakened from a very long sleep. It pushed the leaves from around it's face and crawled from beneath the log that had sheltered it from the weather. It had no way of knowing that it had been asleep for one hundred years. It was only aware that it was very, very hungry.

"I must find something to eat," said the Bollywog, "For I am very, very hungry."

The Bollywog looked about. It was standing in a thick wood. The trees were large and tall. The sun peeked through the thick canopy of leaves overhead and the birds flitted and sang amongst the branches. The Bollywog called up to the birds:

"Pardon me, but do you have any food up there that you might spare. I am so very, very hungry. I feel like I haven't eaten for pretty nigh on a hundred years."

"You poor, dear fellow," peeped the birds. "Of course we can share our food with you."

All of the birds scampered about the forest picking seeds from the trees and bushes. They brought these back to the Bollywog.

"It is not enough," answered the Bollywog. "I must have more. Bring me more."

The birds scampered about the forest gathering all the fruits and berries they could find. They brought these back to the Bollywog. He gobbled it all up.

"It is not enough," he protested. "I must have more food."

The birds scampered about the forest gathering all the beetles and snails that they could find. They brought these back to the Bollywog and he gobbled away every morsel.

"It is not enough food," he shouted. "I must have more."

The birds scampered about the forest once more. They scratched at the forest floor and gathered as many earthworms as they could uncover. They brought these back to the Bollywog who ate them all greedily. Still the Bollywog was not satisfied.

"Bring me more," he ordered. "I must have more."

"There is nothing left," answered the birds. "We have given you all that we have."

The Bollywog stomped his feet. "I must have more food," he demanded. "I am hungry, very, very hungry."

"We have given you all of our food," answered the birds. "We have not salvaged a single morsel for ourselves. Still we would gladly give of ourselves to keep you from dieing of starvation. It is only fitting that we should offer ourselves as a sacrifice in your behalf."

"It is not enough," replied the Bollywog, "but it must do."

All of the birds of the forest fluttered down and offered themselves to the Bollywog. He hungrily gobbled them up. And yet he was not appeased.

"Bring me more food," he demanded. Not surprisingly, there was no one left to heed him. He had eaten them all.

Chapter 2
"Oh dear me," said the Bollywog. "I am so very, very hungry. I feel as if I have not eaten for pretty nigh on a hundred years. Surely I can find something to quieten the rumbling in my stomach."

He walked and walked until eventually he met a goose.

"Feed me!" Demanded the Bollywog.

The Goose was frightened. "I cannot feed you," replied the goose, "but I can lay you an egg."

"It is not enough," grumbled the Bollywog, "but it must do."

The Goose laid an egg which the Bollywog promptly ate.

"Another!" The Bollywog demanded. "I must have another."

"Patience," explained the goose. "This is not an easy chore. However, I will lay you another egg if I must."

"Hurry!" Pleaded the Bollywog. "I am so very, very hungry. I feel as if I have not eaten for pretty nigh on a Hundred years."

The Goose laid another egg. The Bollywog ate it and immediately demanded another. The Goose quite concerned for its safety continued to lay eggs. The Bollywog quite unappeased by the thrifty offerings continued to demand more. Soon the goose became exhausted.

"I am tired," said the Goose. "I cannot lay another single egg."

"You must," insisted the Bollywog. "I must be fed."

"I cannot," said the Goose. "I have nothing left to offer."

The Bollywog was angry. "Then I shall eat you," he said.

"Please do not eat me," pleaded the Goose. "Perhaps I can give you one of my drumsticks. If I do this, will it satisfy you?"

"It is very little," replied the Bollywog, "but it must do."

No sooner had the Bollywog eaten the drumstick than he said: "Give me another!" The Goose was in no condition to refuse. Soon the Bollywog had devoured the entire goose. "Give me another," he requested. Not surprisingly there was no one to hear his demands.

Chapter 3
"Oh dear me," said the Bollywog. "I am so very, very hungry. I feel as if I have not eaten for pretty nigh on a hundred years. Surely I can find something to quieten the rumbling in my stomach."

He walked and walked until he eventually met a Bloody-Bone.

"Feed me!" Demanded the Bollywog.

The Bloody-Bone was not frightened. For indeed he was a more frightful creature than the Bollywog. "Indeed I am a most fortunate monster," said the Bloody-Bone to himself. "I shall convince this poor creature to return with me to my cave and there I shall eat him for supper."

"Feed me!" Demanded the Bollywog.

"I have no food with me," replied the Bloody-Bone. "However, if you will walk with me to my cave I will be glad to prepare a meal for you there."

"We must hurry," insisted the Bollywog. "I am very, very hungry."

"Indeed!" Smiled the Bloody-Bone. "I am hungry as well."

Soon. Very soon. The two monsters reached the cave. "Where is the food," asked the Bollywog.

"Silly you," answered the Bloody-Bone, "to believe the words of a Monster. I have no food. I only invited you here into my home that I might eat you. Indeed, I am a very frightful monster."

"Have I told you," replied the Bollywog with a wry smile, "that I am very, very hungry. I feel as if I haven't eaten for pretty nigh on a hundred years."

The Bloody-Bone was frightened. "Oh dear, dear me," said he, as the Bollywog gobbled him entirely up.

"Feed me!" Demanded the Bollywog. Not surprisingly the cave was all empty.

Chapter 4
"Oh dear me," said the Bollywog. "I am so very, very hungry. I feel as if I have not eaten for pretty nigh on a hundred years. Surely I can find something to quieten the rumbling in my stomach."

He walked and walked until eventually
he met a little girl carrying a picnic basket.

"Feed me," demanded the Bollywog.

"Good Afternoon," greeted the small child. "My name is Kat. Everybody calls me Little Kat. What is your name?"

"I am a Bollywog," it said. "You must feed me. I am very, very hungry."

"Oh, you poor dear Mr. Bollywog," said Little Kat. "I do have some of my Grandmothers sugar cookies in the picnic basket. I brought them with me that I might feed the songbirds in the trees, but they do not seem to be about today. Have you seen the songbirds, Mr. Bollywog? I really do miss them."

"NO! I have not seen them," lied the Bollywog. "You must feed me! I am very, very hungry."

Little Kat gave the cookies to the Bollywog. "I must have more," it insisted. "I am very, very hungry.

"I only have some of my Grandmothers gingerbread," said Little Kat. "I brought it with me that I might feed it to my friend the Goose, but she does not seem to be about today. Have you seen my friend the Goose, Mr. Bollywog? I really do miss her."

"No! I have not seen her," lied the Bollywog as it ate up all the gingerbread. "You must feed me! I am very, very hungry.

"I have no more cookies," replied Little Kat, "but you are such a nice Bollywog that I shall get you more. You should come with me to my Grandmothers house. It is not safe in the forest. Not everyone one meets in the forest is as nice as you. My Grandmother says there are Monsters in the forest, but there does not seem to be any about today. Have you seen any Monsters, Mr. Bollywog? "

"No! I have seen no Monsters," lied the Bollywog. "Hurry, feed me. I am very, very hungry."
Soon they reached Grandmothers house. "Feed me," insisted the Bollywog. "Shortly the Bollywog had eaten all of the food in the refrigerator. "Feed me more," it demanded. "I must have more food." Little Kat retrieved all of the food in the cupboards. The Bollywog ate it all up greedily.

"It is not enough," shouted the Bollywog. "I must have more food or I will eat you."

"Oh, dear me," said Little Kat. "You are not a nice Bollywog at all. I think you are a mean, mean Bollywog."

"The Bollywog stomped his feet: "Feed me! Feed me! Feed me!" it ordered.
At that moment Little Kat's small brother James came into the kitchen. "Feed me," shouted the Bollywog. "No!" said Little James.

"Then I will eat you," said the angry Bollywog.

"Unh! Unh!" Shouted Little James. He bounced his diaper off of the Bollywog's head and ran away very, very fast.

"Oh, what a pity," said the Bollywog to Little Kat. "Your little brother looked quite delicious. Oh Well! Then I shall eat you."

"I do not think so!" Said she. "You are a mean Bollywog. But you are not as tough as my big brother Matthew . I see him coming and when he gets here you are in big trouble, Buster.

"Did I tell you," spoke the Bollywog, "that I am a very frightful Monster."

"I am sure you are a most frightful Monster," answered Little Kat. "But my big brother, Matthew is a very frightful brother."

"Is he so very tough," asked the Bollywog.

"Is he tough," said Little Kat. "Why, every evening he goes out and slays a dozen fire-breathing dragons. Just yesterday he brought three of them back, boiled them in a pot, and ate them in a single meal."

"That is not so tough," countered the Bollywog. "I have eaten dragons before. Did I tell you,that just this very morning, I ate a Bloody-Bone and he was a most fearsome Monster."

"Oh, is that so," said Little Kat. "My big brother Matthew eats Bloody-Bone Monsters all of the time. As a matter of fact, he has eaten all of them that lived in these woods, except one. And that one was a baby. Yes, the one you ate was a baby monster. It was nothing like the full grown variety that my big brother Matthew boils for supper."

"It does not matter," said the Bollywog. "I am so very, very hungry that I can eat anything. Did I tell you that I just awakened from a very long sleep ......... I feel like I haven't eaten for pretty nigh on a hundred years."

"That is interesting," said Little Kat. "Just this morning, my big brother Matthew told me that a long, long time ago he punched a Bollywog in the nose and knocked it unconscious for a hundred years. Perhaps you have met my brother already, Mr Bollywog."

"Anyway, you will meet him again ..... very soon." Little Kat peeked out the kitchen door. "Oh, here he comes now, Mr. Bollywog. Well, it has been very nice meeting you. I am sorry you will not have more time to spend with me, but my big brother Matthew looks very hungry today."

At that very moment Little Kat's brother Matthew came into the house through the front door. "GRANDMA," he shouted. "I HOPE YOU HAVE SOMETHING GOOD TO EAT IN THE KITCHEN. BECAUSE I AM VERY HUNGRY." When Matthew entered the kitchen, the Bollywog was not there. It had run away.

"I am sorry Matthew," said Little Kat. "There is nothing to eat in the Kitchen. A mean Ol' Bollywog was just in here and it ate all of the food, but it ran away when it heard you coming. Did I ever tell you how nice it is to have you for a big brother?"

"EGAD!" Said Matthew. "YOU TAKE THAT BACK!!!"

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Chapter 5
"Oh, dear me," said the Bollywog. "I am so very hungry. I feel like I haven't eaten for pretty nigh on a hundred years." It walked and walked until it approached the fish pond. "Perhaps, there is something to eat around here," said he. As it searched around it spied a frog, sunning itself on a stone. The Bollywog approached.

"Feed Me," it demanded of the frog.

The frog was asleep and did not hear.

"I am hungry," said the Bollywog. It nudged the frog. "Wake up and feed me," it demanded."

The frog, annoyed at being nudged, opened it's sleepy eyelids.

"You must obey me," said the Bollywog. "I am a most frightful Monster."

Indeed he must have appeared quite frightening , for the frogs eyeballs began to swell as large as saucers.

"BOLLYWOG?" Asked the frog. And a curious smile spread across it's face.

"Yes, I am a Bollywog," answered the Monster. "If you do not feed me I will eat you."

Something was wrong. The frog was not frightened at all. Instead it seemed to get very excited. "BOLLYWOG!" Said the frog. It then leapt from the stone straight at the Bollywog and swallowed the Monster up in its entirety. "GULP!!! ........... BUUUURP!!!" That was the end of the Bollywog.


The frog then leapt back onto the stone and croaked: "BOLLYWOG! ........ BOLLYWOG! ....... BOLLYWOG! ........." while across the pond, another frog began to sing: "BOLLYWOG! ...... BOLLYWOG! ...... BOLLYWOG! ....." and soon other frogs had joined them, until the entire woodlands echoed with the chanting of the frogs: "BOLLYWOG! ..... BOLLYWOG! ....... BOLLYWOG! ......"

The singing continued for days on end as the frogs hopped about, turning over stones and fallen logs, and searching inside holes and hollows for Bollywogs. It seems that nothing gets a bunch of frogs excited like a Bollywog does. Monsters that delicious only come along, say, once every one hundred years.