George met Sally at a Biology lecture and asked her for her opinion of his senior project to increase the wetlands frog population. Sally accompanied him and impressed by his work surprised him with a kiss, only to hear a loud ‘poof’ and her voice blurt out a throaty, “Ribbit!”
The frog is green.
That took eight years to write.
Stare into the haunting green ocean, now imagine the green was red. Look disgusted at the sharp red blood, now imagine the red was green.
My face is blue, because Ralph’s feet are green. And the porcelain throne is always white.