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