Frogs culprit identified
THE frogs' chorus has started again at the Street Shelter for the Over-Forties.
Somewhat sporadically and with nothing like the volume of a few months ago, but
they're back.
Heads swivel accusingly toward a well-known advocate who is widely believed to
have the gift of frog ventriloquy, but he denies responsibility and threatens punitive
damages.
The guv'nor is puzzled. The pond is a small one in the beer garden. Wild duck don't
land on it, carrying frog spawn on their feathers. There's no other pond, river or
swamp anywhere near. The last lot were captured and released down in Umbilo, a
long way away.
"Where do they come from?" he asks. "We don't see them hopping along the
pavement. We don't see them hopping out of a taxi. It's a mystery."
Maybe I have the answer. Maybe it's being set up by Professor Pieter Scholtz, former
head of drama up at the varsity, who comperes the weekly arts soiree at St Clement's.
A frog chorus would be right up his alley.
I quote from a recent publication of his: Brekekekex koax koax.
Also:
Ribbit ... Ribbit ... Kiss my bum!
I'm having such Ribbity Flibberty fun ...
It begins to look suspicious indeed. Especially when the publication is titled Ching
Wa Sheng, which is Chinese for Spirit of the Frog.
Yes, Pieter has written a book on frogs (published by Horus), in collaboration with a
friend, John Poynton, who is an authority on them, at the Natural History Museum in
London.
Frogs got a bad name in mediaeval Europe, Pieter says, because they were associated
with witches' spells and that kind of thing. Yet other civilisations venerated them.
Pieter is out to reinstate frogs, not just as handsome princes waiting to be transformed,
but symbols of wealth and good fortune as they have been elsewhere.
A still frog watches
Tongue tingles, anticipates
A meal or maiden.
Yes it's a humorous treatment, some of it Pieter's own haikus (the Japanese
verse form of three lines and 17 syllables), other verse of his own, plus outside
contributions such as the old ballad, A Frog He Would A-wooing Go and an extract
from AA Milne's Toad of Toad Hall.
The Brekekekex koax koax mentioned above comes from The Frogs an Ancient Greek
comedy by Aristophanes.
This is a book that should be launched at the Street Shelter for the Over-Forties, the
frogs' chorus belting it out in the background. One the other hand ... Ribbit ... Ribbit
... Kiss my Bum! ... it might be a bit strong for the habitués of the Street Shelter.
Squelcher
A LOT of famous put-downs are circulating these days. How about
this one?
"I am enclosing two tickets to the first night of my new play; bring
a friend, if you have one." - George Bernard Shaw to Winston
Churchill
"Cannot possibly attend first night, will attend second ... if there
is one." - Winston Churchill, in response.
Stowaway
AN ALARM sounded as the baggage went through a security screening before
being put into the aircraft hold at La Guardia airport, New York.
The suspicious suitcase was gingerly opened. Inside, nestling among clothing
and other items, was a little chihuahua dog.
The passenger who owned the suitcase just about freaked when they called her
in. She was as surprised as the officials. The dog had apparently crept in and
stowed away while she was packing. She'd no idea it was there.
She phoned her husband, who drove out to the airport to collect their pet and
take him home.
Three thoughts occur. Hubby had a great story to tell his mates at the club that
night; just as well the chihuahua was found because he would not have survived
in the unpressurised hold; and it couldn't have happened with an Irish wolfhound.
Tailpiece
THE manager of a brokerage firm notes a new employee counting put and call slips
faster than he's seen anyone do it before.
"This is amazing," he says. "Where did you learn to count like that?"
"Yale."
"Yale? I also went to Yale. What's your name?"
"Yimmy Yohnson."
Last word
The test of a first-rate intelligence is the ability to hold two opposed ideas in
the mind at the same time, and still retain the ability to function.
F Scott Fitzgerald
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