THE ANGELS SAGA

Frog & Toad

FROM THE WORLD OF MYTHORA

by Danny

Based on 'Arnold Lobel's' Frog & Toad Children's Books

Frog and Toad Climb Mt Everest

By

Danny

For

Mum

Copyright 6176 SC

PROLOGUE

Deep in the Heart of Mythora lay a land where Squirrels from Outer Space knew well. It was the heart of Mythora in many ways, a place for the weird and the wonderful, the faerie folk and the magical, the Animalia of life, the Fauntastical creative heart of God through the Archangel Saruviel's brave imagination. And in this strange land creatures as wonderful as Frog and Toad had a life of their own, and here are some of their adventures.

Chapter One

Frog was nervous.  ‘Toad.  Are you ok?’

‘I don’t really know what the problem is,’ said Toad, holding his belly.  ‘But I feel sick.’

‘You ate too much porridge this morning.  You must be sick.’

‘Ooooh.  Mummies porridge,’ said Toad, drooling.

‘Yes.  Mummies porridge.  Now go to bed.  And drink some water.’

‘I don’t want to,’ complained Toad.

‘You’ll have a bellyache all day and you will get sick otherwise,’ reprimanded Frog.

‘Ahhlllrigght,’ responded Toad reluctantly.

Later on, sitting up in bed, feeling a bit better, Toad was looking at a picture map of the places of the world.  One of them had the Great Wall of China, which Toad could imagine walking over.  Another had the pyramids.  Toad thought of climbing to the top and yelling to the world ‘Toad has conquered the pyramids.’  But then he turned the page, and there it was – the biggest mountain of the universe – Mt Everest.’

‘Golly gosh,’ said Toad.  ‘Imagine climbing that.’

That night Toad dreamed, and he was all alone on a mountain.  It was cold and it was snowing.  He looked down at his feet and they seemed even more green than usual.  And his belly rumbled and he was hungry.  ‘Oh, no,’ said Toad to himself.  ‘I am going to starve to death on this mountain with nobody to help me.  Oh, woe is me.  Woe is me.  What am I ever going to do?’

Toad wailed and wailed, and he cried until he could cry no longer.  And then he sat there, staring at the snow, wishing he would be rescued, ready to give up.  And then a large dog, a St Bernards rushed in, and Frog appeared, and Toad yelled, with the last of his hoarse voice, ‘Hooray.  Frog has rescued me.’  And then the dream ended, and Toad dreamed no more that night.

In the morning, Frog was cooking bacon and eggs, and Toad was at the table reading the newspaper.  He put the paper down, turned to Frog and said ‘I had a dream last night.’

Frog looked at him.  ‘What was it about?’ he asked Toad.

‘I was on a mountain.  I was cold and starving, ready to die, but you rescued me.’

‘That’s what friends are for,’ responded Frog.  ‘And I will always be your best friend Toad.’

Toad nodded, and picked up the picture book.  ‘Why don’t we do it, then?’

‘Do what?’ asked Frog curiously.

‘Climb a mountain.’

‘Oh.  That could be dangerous,’ said Frog.

‘But we are brave.’

‘Yes,’ responded Frog.  ‘Which Mountain?’

Toad opened up the book, and showed him the picture of Mt Everest.

‘The biggest mountain in the world!’ exclaimed Frog.

‘Yes,’ responded Toad confidently.

‘Golly gosh,’ said Frog, and said no more that day.

Chapter Two

Toad went to the shops the following morning.

He went up to the camping store and said to the man 'I want to climb Mt Everest.'

'Golly Gosh,' said the man.  'You will need a long, long rope.  Hundreds of yards long.

And lots of hooks.'

'Then give me that,' said Toad.

So the man gave him those things.

'What if you get cold?' asked the man.

'What will I need?' asked Toad.

'Coats and a tent.'

Then give me that,' said Toad.

So the man gave him those things.

'What will you eat?' asked the man.

'What will I need?' asked Toad.

'Lots of bacon and eggs.'

'Then give me that,' said Toad.

So the man gave him those things.

'How will you get there?' asked the man.

'What will I need?' asked Toad.

'A Train ticket.  Two, if you are taking someone.'

'Then give me that,' said Toad.

So the man gave him those things.

'Now how will you pay?'  Asked the man.

'Golly gosh,' said Toad, looking in his empty pockets.

So the man took everything back.  Poor Toad.

But Frog came in, handed over lots of money, and Toad celebrated.

'Yay.  We are going to climb Mt Everest,' said Toad.

'And I'm broke,' said a glum Frog.

Chapter Three

So they travelled.

By Bus

And then by Train

And then by Boat

And then by Train - Again

And then by Bus - Again

And then

They were at Mt Everest!

'Golly gosh,' said Toad.  'It's enormous.'

'Let's get stuck in,' said Frog.

And so, they ate their food

And they made their camps

And they sang their songs

And they saw spectacular views

And they climbed.  They climbed.  And they climbed.  And, eventually, when Toad was sure he couldn't climb any more, there they were - they had done it.  They had climbed Mt Everest.

'Whoa!' said Toad.  'I can see forever.  And that is our house.  All the way over there.'

'I can see it too,' said Frog.

They stood there, conquerors of the world's greatest challenge, and Frog finally, and at last, turned to Toad.  'Well, now what?'

Toad looked at him.  'I .... Don't know.  I guess we go home, now.  I suppose.'

'Oh,' said Frog.  'Well I guess so.'

And so, they ate their food

And they made their camps

And they sang their songs

And they saw spectacular views

And they climbed down.  They climbed down.  And they climbed down.  And, eventually, when Toad was sure he couldn't climb down any more, there they were - they had done it.  They had climbed down Mt Everest.

'Now we go home,' said Frog.

So they travelled.

By Bus

And then by Train

And then by Boat

And then by Train - Again

And then by Bus - Again

And then

'They were home again.'

'Thank the Maker for that,' said Toad, and they snuggled in for a long, long good night's sleep.

Chapter Four

Toad sat back, with a lemonade, looking out at the setting sun.

'It's been a good year, Frog,' he said to Frog, who was lying on the hammock, still exhausted after their long journey home.

'Yes Toad.'

'And we have had a very good time, I must say.  All things considered.  With Mt Everest and all.'

'Yes Toad.'

'Yep,' said Toad, sipping on his lemonade.  'Of course, we are still young, and we have our whole lives yet to live, don't we frog?'

'Yes Toad.'

'So much more ahead of us.  So many possibilities.  So many exciting things to do.  Don't we frog?'

Finally Frog stirred.  'You know, Toad.  Of all my friends in the world, you are definitely the best.  But sometimes, toad.  Sometimes.......'

Toad looked at Frog, and sipped on his lemonade, and returned his gaze to the sun.'

'It's been a good year, Frog,' he said to Frog.

'Yes Toad,' said Frog, and sighed a final sigh.

The End

Frog and Toad's Argument

Frog was in a mood.

'Naturally, frog's are the smartest. Frog's have tadpoles. And tadpoles are the best.'

Toad smiled.

'Frog's can also leap,' said Frog. 'We're very smart.'

Toad smiled again.

'Everybody loves Frog's,' said Frog. 'We are amazing.'

'The French love you. Especially your delicious legs,' commented Toad dryly.

Frog looked at Toad with one of those looks.

'Yep, frogs are the best,' said Frog.

Later Frog and Toad were watching TV. A nature special was showing on the life of Toads.

'Obviously toads are smarter,' said Toad. 'They name mushrooms after us.'

Frog smiled.

'And we have such wonderful colours,' said Toad.

Frog smiled again.

'Everybody loves Toads,' said Toad. 'We are truly amazing.'

'Yes, but if a princess kisses a Toad, it remains a Toad. But as for us frogs,' commented Frog dryly.

Toad looked at Frog with one of those looks.

'Yep, toads are the best,' said Toad.

Later still.

'Frog's are the best,' said Frog. 'Toad's are dim.'

'Toads are the best,' said Toad. 'Frog's are smelly.'

'Frog's are the best' said Frog. 'Toad's don't know their left from right.'

'Toads are the best,' said Toad. 'Frog's can't even cook cookies.'

Frog's mouth watered. 'Will you....cook us some cookies.'

'If you admit Toads are the best,' said Toad.

'Toad's are wonderful,' said Frog.

Toad smiled. 'Oh, ok. I'll bake some cookies.'

Later still.

They were eating there cookies.

'These are yummy,' said Toad.

'Mine is rock hard. Toad's can't cook at all,' said Frog.

Toad just smiled.

The End

Frog and Toad

Curiousity Almost Killed the Frog

'Guinea Pig is probably sunbaking on her roof,' declared Frog valiantly.

Toad looked from the window of the upstairs bedroom in the house he shared with Frog, next door, at Guinea Pig's house. 'Can Guinea Pig's stand the sun?' asked Toad. 'I think it would be too hot for them. They are all covered in fur.'

'But this is winter,' said Frog. 'It's cold. She needs the extra heat.'

'Maybe,' said Toad. 'Anyway, it's not our business, Frog. She doesn't want sticky beaks monitoring her every activity now does she?'

'I don't have a beak,' replied Frog.

'No you don't. It's a saying. To mind your own affairs. Guinea Pig has put a ladder up to her roof for her own reasons. Now come on. It's time for lunch.' And Toad left the room to go downstairs, leaving a puzzled Frog wondering what on earth Guinea Pig was up to. After a while he gave up and went downstairs for lunch.

'Today we are having fly sandwiches,' said Toad.

'Ooh, my favourite,' declared Frog.

Toad passed a plate with a fly sandwich on it to Frog, and a glass of milk, and Frog started his lunch. He sat there, thinking. Wondering. Puzzled.

'Maybe she has a leaky roof,' said Frog.

'Then she is obviously fixing it,' replied Toad.

'Wouldn't she get someone to fix it?' asked Frog.

'Guinea Pig's are pretty resourceful,' replied Toad. 'I'm sure she could manage it.'

Frog nibbled on his sandwich.

'What if she falls through the roof? She might have done that. And hurt herself. She could be in there in trouble,' said Frog.

'I'm sure she's fine,' replied Toad.

'Probably something else,' said Frog. 'Her TV Antenna might need to be adjusted.'

'Possibly,' said Toad. 'A more rational speculation. But it's her business. It's her home. Sticky beak.'

'If you say so,' replied Frog.

Late that night as Frog tried to get some sleep he couldn't help worrying about Guinea Pig. She was in trouble of course. Laying there, injured, nobody to rescue her. And as the night passed, Curiousity gradually got the better of Frog. He got up, put on his slippers, and went downstairs, leaving the house, and going next door to Guinea Pig's. He knocked, but nobody answered. How would he get in to rescue her? He decided he would climb the ladder. So he went to the side of the house and started up the ladder. When he got to the top, he noticed Guinea Pig, on the corner of the roof, sleeping. He went over to her.

'Are you alright Guinea Pig?' he asked her.

Guinea Pig opened her eyes. 'Two days, Frog. I've been waiting for you for two days. And now I'm hungry. Enjoy looking at my new coloured tiles. I'm going to my proper bed. She climbed down the ladder, went inside, leaving a perplexed Frog. He looked at the tiles. They were various shades of red and orange. That is what Guinea Pig wanted him to see. He went down the ladder, and knocked on Guinea Pig's front door. Guinea Pig let him in.

'Father Guinea Pig won lots of tiles in a contest,' said Guinea Pig. 'I could hardly say no.'

'Next time try telling me first. The old fashioned idea,' said Frog.

'But so predictable, Frog. I like to be excitable.'

'We'll watch the adventures of the Big Bad Wolf, then,' said Frog.

'Wonderful,' said Guinea Pig. 'Don't forget to take a picture of my new roof tiles,' said Guinea Pig. 'I'm very proud of them.'

'Maybe we could have new tiles,' said Frog. 'But Toad doesn't like much change at home.'

As they watched the Big Bad Wolf, Frog said, 'Maybe you could tile our roof.'

'Something to keep busy with,' said Guinea Pig.

'And no leaks for years,' said Frog.

'Of course,' replied Guinea Pig.

'Of course,' finished Frog.

The End