The Ringmaster Alligator Marshals the Bullfrogs into the Amusement Park in his Stomach

“Come one, come all,” cried the Alligator, “come visit the most amazing amusement park the swamp has ever seen!”

The bullfrogs on the shore turned their frog eyes to the alligator in surprise. Their chorus and croaks were noisy as they wondered at this new thing. “An amusement park?” they said amongst themselves. “An amusement park in the swamp?”

The swamp was boring, and the bullfrogs wanted excitement.

“Step right up,” said the Alligator, “Free tickets, see the sights. This show is guaranteed to surprise and delight.”

The bullfrogs gathered on the shore. They made a line.

“Enter the attractions by way of my mouth,” he said, opening his toothy jaw. The bullfrogs marched in, one by one, and the ones in the back of the line pushed the ones in the front of the line.

The Alligator kept talking, mumbling now, talking as he chewed. “Step on up,” he said, but it sounded like “Smeen Ommm Nomm.”

When the amusement park closed for the day, there were no bullfrogs left on the bank, and the Alligator was pretty full. The swamp was even more boring, without the bullfrogs to sing.

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Written on 1/16/16 at RMSC

The Ringmaster Alligator Marshals the Bullfrogs into the Amusement Park in his Stomach