the pad i don't like what you are doing? what am i doing: the slow snail never one the quick race but always found it easier to save face in sticky social situations that arose in the local neighborhood. such instances would occur at lady toad's frequent wine nights, when the social elite, (frogs and toads alike) were invited to dine and wine at the Lady's expense. These nights frequently ended in the most bizarre viscous verbal cesspools.

To add injury to insult the flies would never stopped being served. So not only were there many intoxicated and banal amphibians floating around, but there were many intoxicated, banal sickly full amphibians floating around, ready at any moment to burst at their wastes and deposit a reverse toilet upon the Lady's latest persian import rug, which she bought for one twenty-nine at the rug and rash shop while five minutes down the road the same rug was being sold for eighteen pounds.

Needless to say the snail was never excited by the receival of yet another invite to one of the most ridiculous social occasions of the week. What was more pitiful? The depression that followed from reading an invite he could not possibly refuse for the eighth week running - there was a common law among the snails to pass the responsibility of party attendance around every eight weeks, because no one ever wanted to go but if ever they wanted respect from the toads and frogs, which of course they did, they would have to attempt to attend - or the feeling of absolute deprecation once he actually was at the event in question.

but there was no question about it. The Snail must attend. Why it was his duty to attend. No matter what the cost, there is a reputation to maintain. By Jove, those amphibians think they have it so sweet eating them flies, but i tell you we will have our day. murmur to himself. Shout now louder. Speak so that the world may hear you. They needn't know but they must. Snails are better than toads. Oh those lowly creatures, for what purpose oh?!?

And so it was to be that Franky would be at they same time as Catherine. It was not that this was a coincidence by no means. The seating was very delicately arranged. You-see; Yvonne could not sit next to Noel, but Noel had to be next to Nancy, but Earl wanted to be in speaking distance of Yvonne, yet Nancy, Yvonne's siamese sister, could not be seated in spitting distance of Earl otherwise she would spit on him. So on this one premise alone the entire seating arrangements were drawn and Franky sat next to Catherine, which is funny because on the fallout from the original seating premise Franky and Catherine were the only two people in the whole room whom seemingly didn't care who they sat next to.

It so happened that they sat next to each other. Had it been noticed, which it hadn't. The seating problem could have been solve simply by turning the siamese twin, Yvonne and Nancy, around so that Nancy would not be in sight of Earl and hence would not have spat on him. Nevertheless the people considering the tables, namely Lady Toad's serfs, who were namely serfs, had not the brain to work this arrangement out. But instead developed delicate integars that represented the guests, their relative difficult to seat and how much wine they would drink. Both Catherine and Frank were represented by a nine. Which so happened to represent, one, the number rank out of ten that they cared to be where they were seated, and eight which was exactly the number of glasses of wine that each of them had to drink before ending up in the same bed.  ¶ 5:01 pm