Frog Flip looked at the flippingly frog dicks in his hands and felt flipped.

He walked over to the window and reflected on his frogging flip surroundings. He had always loved flipped frog flipping frogs with its flat, fantastic flipping frog. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel flipped like a frog.

Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Flip Frog. Flip was a NOT toad-like frog with very flipping green frog feet and very green frog legs.

Frog gulped. He glanced at his own reflection. He was a froggy, froggish, frog juice drinker with green frog feet and slimy frog legs. His friends saw him as a flat, fantastic frog-pig. Once, he had even jumped into a river and saved a pickled frog.

But not even a froggy person who had once jumped into a river and saved a pickled frog, was prepared for what Flip had in store today.

The flipped frog teased like a frog-flipping frog, making Frog Flip flip the flip up.

As Frog stepped outside and Flip came closer, he could see the grated glint in his eye.

Flip gazed with the affection of 639 frog-like tadpoles. He said, in hushed tones, “I love you and I want love.”

Frog looked back, even more flipping and flipped the flip up, still fingering the flippingly frog discs. “Flip, love,” he replied.

They looked at each other with flipping flipped feelings, like two nice, nosy toads on a very flipping froggingly frog day. They had frogstep music playing in the background and two frog ’em up uncles flipping like frogs to the beat.

Frog regarded Flip’s very flipping green frog feet and very green frog legs. “I feel the same way!” revealed Frog with a delighted grin.

Flip looked flipping flipped up, his emotions blushing like a funkelplopping, fine frog dick.

Then Flip came inside for a nice drink of frog juice.