Frog Makeup
21 Nov
Felicitey was a frog. A female frog. A teenage female frog.
With typical teenage female frog angst.
“I don’t want to be green all the time” said Felicitey to her mother.
“Why can’t I wear makeup like the other girls?”
But Felicitey’s Mother was busy eating a fly or something so she just shook her head and didn’t answer.
Felicitey was angry of course so she decided to wear makeup whether her Mother said she could or not.
She was also angry that her Mother had caught the fly. It looked so tasty.
And she was even more angry that her friend Frannie had been talking to the boy she liked at school.
But that anger was for another time.
She planned to write a song about it and become a famous singer and let everyone know what a mean friend Frannie was.
So, for now, she just snuck into the bullrushes and slathered on the makeup. Mostly so I could use the word slathered in a sentence I suppose.
And then she hopped across the lily pads to school without stopping to say goodbye to her Mother who was busy eating another fly.
“Ribbit” Felicitey swore out loud. “ She’s catching all the best flies!!!!”
At school all the girls were in awe of Felicitey’s makeup.
So much so that quite a few of them started writing songs and poetry they could use later in life to put her in her place.
When they became famous singers and writers of course.
But, as usually happens at Frog High, today was swimming day.
And when Felicitey was finally forced to jump in the pond all her makeup came off.
Except for her lipstick which was waterproof or something.
Anyways, she looked like someone had punched her in the mouth.
And it made all the frogs laugh at her.
So, like any young female frog would do in a situation like this, she wrote an angst filled song about the situation.
Those other frogs would pay for making fun of her later when she became famous.
So today’s question is:
1) How old should a frog be before it is allowed to wear makeup?
I don’t know, but my niece started wearing some regularly a year ago when she was 12 and instead of writing a song about her, because she looked so cute, I decided to copy her and wore my makeup just like hers. I guess that’s the difference between being a…ummmmm…mature lady and a teenage girl. Strange, though, my niece stopped wearing makeup altogether after that. I wonder why.
She’s probably written a few songs about you, ha,ha..