So within the next couple of days; Friedrig had managed to travel further afield than he had ever been. Drifting from field to field, lake to lake, puddle to puddle. There was this one puddle that he happened upon that had a fisherman sat at it's edges; with his fishing rod cast into the middle. In all fairness this was perhaps not the best place to be fishing but Friedrig assumed the man just wanted to pass the time. "Ullo kind fisherman" Yelled Friedrig "What be the catch of the day?"
"Slim pickings dear boy" Said the fisherman with an evil squint in his eye "My name is Ash Chohan the Local Fisherman, what be yours?".
"Friedrig" he replied with a smile. "I believe i have a solution for you, this wig has presented me with no real gain, but if i remember rightly; when i was a little tadpole my mother read me a book about a secret place and a magical object. If the object is thrown into the place then a newer magical object with appear. Comphrende?"
Ash's squinty eye tightened and the look became more fierce. "Ayyyyyyyye"?
Without care for his own possession Friedrig launched the beautiful wig into the middle of the lake. Ripples came into motion and splashed against the edges, soaking Friedrig and Ash's toes. Then as if by magic a shiny white, slightly damp toilet rose from the shallow depths. Ash used his rod to hook the toilet and hoist it out.
In amazement both Ash and Friedrig stood there for many hours wondering what to do with it and why it could possibly be more beautiful than a beautiful wig.
"Its only fair you keep it boy" said Ash with confusion tainting his husky voice.
"But whatever will i do with it? Im no expert on magical objects or toilets" replied Friedrig "Maybe the Lady in the Hut of Pizza will be able to help"?
"Sure thing boy frog" muttered Ash obviously jealous of the magical find, with that he turned back to his puddle and cast his rod out to the middle.
Friedrig picked up the toilet with ease, The skip in his walk had now turned into a waddle but he waddled on down the road to the next village.
The End.
The Adventures of Friedrig
One Little Frog, One Big World.
Friedrig.
One Little Frog, One Big World.
Wednesday, 21 July 2010
Friday, 4 April 2008
Friedrig And The Boy Sheperd.
After Journeying a great distance north of the beach Friedrig was tired so decided to rest underneath the tallest oak. Just as his eyes were getting heavy he heard a childs voice from high above in the tree, it didnt take long to recognise who had made this noise, it was Ben the Boy Sheperd singing a soulful song. Friedrig listened and waited till the end of the song to inquire why this boy was sad. Ben looked into the distance and started his story "I was using my stapler to bind all my bits of paper to keep them safe and secure but i had too much paper and ran out of staples. This is why im sad and singing a sad song". Friedrig just couldnt think of any solution to help this poor child. They say so long the sun had begun to set then as if by magic Friedrig remembered the local stationary store about 2 hours walk from where they sat. Upon telling this to the sheperd and giving directions, Ben set off towards the sun and the stationary shop. Friedrig put on his sandals and wig and set of on his journey.
The End
The End
Wednesday, 16 January 2008
Chapter 1: Friedrig and the Wig.
Once upon a time there was bald frog called Friedrig. Friedrig was strolling along the promenade when he came across a mystical mermaid perched up a rock holding what appeared to be the most beautiful wig in the world. Friedrig approached the mermaid cautiously and inquired 'how much for that delighful wig?' to which she replied
'What ever you have in your pockets' the frog looked down and realised he only had a bag and in that bag was a pebble he had picked up from the beach. So he handed her the rock and placed the wig upon his head. Wishing her well and walking away he heard a splash, He turned round and the mermaid had gone the only thing left was the wet patch on the rock which slowly was vanishing because the sun was high in the sky by this point. The frog carried on his journey along the promenade wearing the wig with pride. He was not just a bald frog called Friedrig he was now a handsome hairy frog called Freidrig,
-The end of chapter 1-
'What ever you have in your pockets' the frog looked down and realised he only had a bag and in that bag was a pebble he had picked up from the beach. So he handed her the rock and placed the wig upon his head. Wishing her well and walking away he heard a splash, He turned round and the mermaid had gone the only thing left was the wet patch on the rock which slowly was vanishing because the sun was high in the sky by this point. The frog carried on his journey along the promenade wearing the wig with pride. He was not just a bald frog called Friedrig he was now a handsome hairy frog called Freidrig,
-The end of chapter 1-
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