The Saga of Charlie McFroggypants
Our trip began as all trips do with the first step out our front door. Charlie McFroggypants was all set to be our guide. We thought he would make a wonderful addition to our trip so off we went. Charlie loved the lake, but not the run acroos the Highway! Charlie McFroggypants loved navigating the corn fields on the hood of the tractor. Charlie loved lunch at the Big Foot Museum in Willow Creek, but didn't like the thought of being Big Foot's lunch. Charlie Mcfroggypants loved riding in the bib pocket of my overalls but when I fell and sufficated him in my boobs he was not very happy! When he fell off the lighthouse and broke the cap of his hat that was the last straw! Leaning too close to the rail at Humbolt Bay....he took a dive!
Oh How I mourned the loss of our dear friend! Mike, went back to the last known whereabouts of Charlie McFroggypants and searched for him far and wide. Even explaining to the homeless man (We died laughing in the car as Mike gestured that Charlie was six inches high!) But to no avail. He was no where to be found!
On his feet it says... Charlie McFroggypants If you find me take a picture and send me on my way. We hope to hear from our dear friend but until we do....We have the Three Bears!
Oh How I mourned the loss of our dear friend! Mike, went back to the last known whereabouts of Charlie McFroggypants and searched for him far and wide. Even explaining to the homeless man (We died laughing in the car as Mike gestured that Charlie was six inches high!) But to no avail. He was no where to be found!
On his feet it says... Charlie McFroggypants If you find me take a picture and send me on my way. We hope to hear from our dear friend but until we do....We have the Three Bears!
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