Frog Applause by Teresa Burritt for December 15, 2018

Those olives are stuffed.

Jarring pickled olives, made by my local bunny loaf.

Olive Loaf? Please tell me “Loaf” is Popeye’s family name!

Looking for his eye in the dark, the guy grabbed an olive from his dresser drawer.

Those bunnies did not need to die.

Tubular Bunny Killer uses excellent language.

Sorry. Too many don’ts and stops. I gotta be meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee. Oh IIIIIIII gotttaaaaa beeeeee meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee. Stuff like that. Here, have a sip of my quadruple espresso.

Bunny Killer is apparently having a day for acting out. And really, can’t they find a better way to tell if you’re pregnant?

Oh just scut it out …

whose hare brained idea is this anyway …?

Mystery meat and bunnies are quite the volatile cocktail; careful not to alert the HOA or you’ll have Vlad breathing down your neck, and as the arbitrator of any matter affecting the Froglandian Mellow Buzz, he’ll have you laboring in the mystery meat mines faster than you can moon the overlords.

Anybody called Bunny Killer who does destructive, evil things to olive loaf is no friend of mine.

I am not weeping; I’ve just got a stuffed olive in my eye!

Speaking of which, what has become of 3X Happy? In former times, he would rush to defense of bunnies….