Fate *

There once lived an olive green frog in the back of a half-rotten log. He was killed in his sleep well, the log wasn't deep and the killer was simply a hog. As for truffles the hog searched in vain it was clearer than glass and quite plain, in his terrible mood he came wholly unglued but he later was hit by a train. Thus the hog and the frog bought the farm, it was sad that there was no alarm, though the frog owned a clock which went tick and then tock 'till the sun was well past the yardarm. But one night there was Ezel the lizard, he was known in the woods as a wizard. Called to fix for the frog his small clock in the log a small spring disappeared in his gizzard. Since no parts were on hand for the clock they marked North and then South on a rock. It would show them the time (the idea was sublime) 'till the clock parts again were in stock. But, the sun let them down and slept in. (It is said she is partial to Gin) , thus two critters lost big through no fault of the pig but the lizard's huge overbite chin.