Once upon a leap, in a land not so far away, frogs adorned in bow ties and monocles would gather under the moonlit bog. It was the annual Froggiest Fermentation Festival, where jazz met lily pads in a scene reminiscent of bygone days.
But do they remember the Great Tongue Tango of '98? Frogs, sleek and agile, danced with a passion that could rival any disco ball. The memories linger like ripples fading in the pond, or perhaps like that suspiciously unhinged cat on a Saturday night.
One fog-drenched evening, a particularly sprightly frog named Gilbert tried to outdo the frog symphony with his solo. Rumor has it the performance was so riveting, that even the crickets called for an encore. Alas, Gilbert's trumpet skills are still a topic of debate (and light-hearted ridicule).
Return to the mystery of frogs: Puddle of Secrets
Unearth forgotten tunes: Melodies from the Marsh
Join the next dance: Future Frog Fests