Billy Bob and Percy shared a lovely pond. This afternoon, just as every afternoon, the two bullfrogs were lazily perched on lily pads taking in the warm sunshine. It didn’t take long for a fly to flitter past Billy Bob.
“Mmmmm,” said Billy Bob. “That was fine and juicy! Absolutely delicious!”
Soon after, Percy also caught a fly. He munched on it with a sour look on his face, swallowed it with a grunt, and then said,
“Well, that was a skinny fly. Quite disgusting, actually.”
As the afternoon wore on, Billy Bob caught many fine flies, each one as tasty as the one before. Percy’s flies all left something to be desired.Then Billy Bob remarked,
“What a fine life we have here, Percy. Good food, great weather, and excellent songs for our evening pleasure. I think I’ll enjoy a nap before the sun goes down.”
“It doesn’t seem so great to me,” muttered Percy. “The flies are skinny, it’s too hot out here, and you can’t even carry a tune.”
Percy sat nearby in the dark, complaining about how Billy Bob gets everything he wants, while he has to scrape by, all alone.