I've lost it.....apparently.....the stress needed to be dealt with and so, when a friend called me quite upset about finding a frog in her toilet, I responded.....I did and continue to maintain that this is just a fun piece and a play on words....without getting smutty... I think I need to get a job! Ha!
Once upon a time there were 3 frogs named Tad, Pole and Sweet Cheeks. One afternoon they were sitting around croaking their stories when Tad decided to ask about Pole's and Sweet Cheek's interesting names. Tad began with, my name is boring, but I am my father's son and they didn't want to call me junior so I got stuck with Tad. How did you guys get your names? Pole looked at the other two and blushed, I was ribbiting away one day in the winter and someone dared me to sample a basketball pole saying the ice on it would quench my thirst. I bought into the premise and lo and behold, my tongue stuck to the pole, hence my name. Tad and Pole looked expectantly at Sweet Cheeks, who was wishing he'd just out and out croak. After stammering a bit, he spoke. As a younger frog, just past infancy, I want to feel cool, so I decided to join a gang. Unbeknownst to me they had a initiation, part of which was learning to roll my tongue and growl....I placed my tongue on the roof of my mouth and expelled air sounding like a cat. One day the guys stopped by an apartment and when the woman inside wasn't watching, they dared me to pop into her home. My intent was to go in and come right out, but the door got shut too soon. I was desperate knowing that my skin needed the replenishment of water, so I set on a mission to find some. I hopped about and finally found a room with its own water source, it had a makeshift kind of lilypad and so I attached myself to it. During the evening I mainly stayed hidden because the water source became a white water rafting center complete with rafts and logs. During the day, for the most part everything seemed quiet. On those occasions I would sometimes venture out. One day, I did just that. I was minding my own business when I noticed an eclipse. Not sure what was going on, I started humming to myself making that growl noise. I was kind of nervous at the amount of time it was remaining dark, so I stuck my tongue out to get a sense of what was going on. My tongue touched something, I wasn't quite sure what but it was sweet. Apparently this was the wrong move because the sun suddenly appeared and I heard all this shrieking going on. I sat glued to my spot trying to blend in but this was virtually impossible. The next thing I knew the white water rafting center was exploding and a raft of spongy material provided a way for my exit. As I rode the waves I exited into a stream very far down field. When I explained my dilemma, other frogs smiled and nodded in agreement. A few days later they announced my arrival as a charter member of the horny toad frogs and named me sweet cheeks.
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