A STORY

A man once had a frog as a pet. He knew it was a frog and loved it as such, but he wished it was more like a chicken. The man saw the chicken in the frog, but inevitablely the frog would disappoint the man because at the end of the day it was just a frog and NOT a chicken though the man dressed the frog in feathers and had it cluck him. Even though this fact was apparent and without denial, the man still blindly saw a chicken when he thought of the frog. He even dreamed of the frog / chicken because in the middle of the night the frog escaped and it tortured the man so to hear it croaking in the distance and it was no longer his pet frog/chicken. Perhaps if the man went out and clucked with some chickens he could rid this frog / chicken obsession from clouding his mind, but it seems all the chickens are clucking young, hung black men and not older Caucasian frog mongers. The end.