Look what I found on the living room floor Sunday.
An interrogation ensued.
Silence. Wally wasn't copping to it.
Shifty eyes from Rilo. They may be in on it together. Maybe even the cats had a part in it, but they've made themselves scarce.
Meanwhile, the frog isn't getting any fresher.
We have a mystery here in Fooleryland. And a frog funeral to plan.
An interrogation ensued.
Silence. Wally wasn't copping to it.
Shifty eyes from Rilo. They may be in on it together. Maybe even the cats had a part in it, but they've made themselves scarce.
Meanwhile, the frog isn't getting any fresher.
We have a mystery here in Fooleryland. And a frog funeral to plan.
You have your finger on the pulse of our household, Ms. Petunia!
Posted by: foolery | March 20, 2013 at 08:46 PM
You have your finger on the pulse of our household, Ms. Petunia!
Posted by: foolery | March 20, 2013 at 10:04 AM
It was Wally. In the living room. With the fly swatter. (Actually, I'm pretty sure the cats planted it there to incriminate the beagles)
Posted by: Cactus Petunia | March 20, 2013 at 12:07 AM
its rilo .. he has a mustache i believe it from dead frog juice
Posted by: daryl | March 14, 2013 at 06:26 AM
Tracay, I think so too! I wonder what other stuff I can blame on them during my shakedown . . . and welcome to Fooleryland!
Posted by: foolery | March 13, 2013 at 06:48 AM
Pierre, I mailed the legs to my favorite Frog. Oops, I ave sayed too much.
Posted by: foolery | March 13, 2013 at 06:41 AM
Oh my gosh. Ew. And also blew my coffee out of my nose. I think they are both guilty. You can tell by their eyes. :)
Posted by: Tracey from HaikuYouDo | March 13, 2013 at 03:17 AM
NON !!! Eet eez tragique. Ay 'ope you 'ave save the lègues for dinnaire, oui ?
Posted by: Pierre Lafrance | March 12, 2013 at 11:22 PM