Frog Bursting

At some point over the weekend, telemeister was heard to enquire of a certain person, "Reassure me that your surname is not really Furtle." A little later on over the weekend, he opined with as much authority as his earlier question projected hesitancy, "You should give serious thought to having your name legally changed to Furtle." in the intervening period both he and his lady wife had seen enough evidence to assure them both that "Furtle" is no mere accident in the realm of nicknames.

I refer you, My Only Reader, to my previous posting about the bank holiday to date as it then was, in particular to the advent in the Athenaeum Club of the - and I quote - the transparent, liquid-filled, flashy-eyed rubber frog received courtesy of caffeine_fairy and chomper99. This frog, you will recall elicited much amused attention from ellefurtle, it being most malleable and prone to making 'amusing' rubbery noises.

Imagine then, if you will, Dr Furtle demonstrating this malleability to the telemeisters who were attending politely after a long day out and about in London Town. Imagine further, that after demonstrating the frog's ability to transmogrify into a bullfrog, complete with inflated throat sack and bulbous (flashing) eyes rather akin to Hypnotoad^TM, Dr Furtle then moving on with great and demonstrable gusto, to entertain our guests with the aforementioned 'amusing' noises.

Rubber frogs are but the products of mere mortals, and there is only so much malleability in them.

In slow motion, the consequences of a gleeful Furtle's actions unfolded. There was a squeak of protesting rubber, followed by a noise that can only be described as a "plap". Arcing then, from the unfortunate frog's equally unfortunate lower regions, there came a gout of rather thicker than it should be water, complete with what looked like colourful but undersized M&Ms. A perfect shot straight into the face and (freshly washed) hair of a very surprised Furtle.

Applause all round, I feel.

Rubber.

The frog remained with us a further twelve hours, its depleted form sadly deposited in the bottom of the waste paper basket, eyes winking balefully and erratically at any and all passers-by who may have taken notice.

"You should give serious thought to having your name legally changed to Furtle."

Frog Bursting

At some point over the weekend, telemeister was heard to enquire of a certain person, "Reassure me that your surname is not really Furtle." A little later on over the weekend, he opined with as much authority as his earlier question projected hesitancy, "You should give serious thought to having your name legally changed to Furtle." in the intervening period both he and his lady wife had seen enough evidence to assure them both that "Furtle" is no mere accident in the realm of nicknames.

I refer you, My Only Reader, to my previous posting about the bank holiday to date as it then was, in particular to the advent in the Athenaeum Club of the - and I quote - the transparent, liquid-filled, flashy-eyed rubber frog received courtesy of caffeine_fairy and chomper99. This frog, you will recall elicited much amused attention from ellefurtle, it being most malleable and prone to making 'amusing' rubbery noises.

Imagine then, if you will, Dr Furtle demonstrating this malleability to the telemeisters who were attending politely after a long day out and about in London Town. Imagine further, that after demonstrating the frog's ability to transmogrify into a bullfrog, complete with inflated throat sack and bulbous (flashing) eyes rather akin to Hypnotoad^TM, Dr Furtle then moving on with great and demonstrable gusto, to entertain our guests with the aforementioned 'amusing' noises.

Rubber frogs are but the products of mere mortals, and there is only so much malleability in them.

In slow motion, the consequences of a gleeful Furtle's actions unfolded. There was a squeak of protesting rubber, followed by a noise that can only be described as a "plap". Arcing then, from the unfortunate frog's equally unfortunate lower regions, there came a gout of rather thicker than it should be water, complete with what looked like colourful but undersized M&Ms. A perfect shot straight into the face and (freshly washed) hair of a very surprised Furtle.

Applause all round, I feel.

Rubber.

The frog remained with us a further twelve hours, its depleted form sadly deposited in the bottom of the waste paper basket, eyes winking balefully and erratically at any and all passers-by who may have taken notice.

"You should give serious thought to having your name legally changed to Furtle."