Stop in for a cup of coffee

At the cottage when we were kids, used to catch frogs. By the pail full. End of dock was a sink with a cover on it for cleaning fish. My brother and i filled it with frogs. Dad fillets a fish and lifts cover to rinse it in the lake, and 100 frogs start jumping in every direction. Was priceless.


In high school we went with our friends on vacation to northern Wisconsin for fishing and water skiing... One night we are in our cabin and the mothers see a frog jumping across the living room and asked where the frog came from...

Their little 5 year old cousin, Francis, then checks his pockets and says, "My frog is missing".... :BangHead: :lol: