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Well now that you opened this can of worms, I'll admit that I was going to elaborate on my above story with another one about saving a different frog/s. When he was about 10 years old, I found my psychopathic younger brother and his psychopathic friends pinning frogs to trees with pins. Then they got the brilliant idea of sewing their mouths shut and letting them go. I interupted this insane game with my best "big bully" attack, smacking them around, punching anybody who even seemed like they were objecting to my enforcements, and cursing at them for being such violent ass holes. After a few of them were crying, I told them to release their bag full of frogs and if I even catch them doing it again, there will be hell to pay. Lucky I wasn't too pissed off! I wonder if there are any frog princesses?
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