Frog Applause by Teresa Burritt for October 12, 2024

I posed for an animal cracker and they still didn’t give me one.

Munch,munch.

And, oddly enough, the Chicken in a Biskit crackers are not shaped like a chicken. They are ordinary rectangles.

Thank you Teresa, for leading us gracefully into the vexing questions posed by the chicken and the road. The quantum chicken may already have been on the other side. And even the question of “side” depends on ones position at the time of the crossing experiment. Food for thought. Oh, and, nice chicken!

are you a chicken or an eagle?

Chicken feed the bird animal over and over.

The game of, you feed me tender meat and I get fed to you.

It’s been so long since I ate other high-fiber cereal. Is ‘Crispy Critters’ still sold? (“The One and Only Cereal That Comes in the Shape Of Animals.”) As a kid, I tried every new cereal that appeared, especially if its TV commercials were cool.

MAGA cracker.

This comes under the ‘Homespun’ category of FA, I believe.

Animal crackers give me Shirley Temple cuteness nightmares!

It’s lame already, but a comma after “animal” would make this even lamer.

… say CHEESE …!

Taut I smelled my Chicken.

You did You did.

Making sure they are T making sure they are the hole animal cracker so I just talking.

Not a whole one is a chip off the ol block.

You block head.

If animal crackers are on offer, I will do a lot more than pose.

I get called cracker all the time, but no one asks me to pose or gives me money. Am I doing something wrong?

Authority Always Wins

Hey 3HOURTOUR,

NICE GOING CLEVELAND GUARDIANS.

Stolen Raspberry Filled Doughnuts, and a Bronx Cheer calls the Posse Sheriff.

Not quite what it’s cracked up to be.

So did the chicken cracker make you a good likeness?

They allowed Horace to pose…used the wrong end….

I get paid chicken feed, but it’s a living.

How clucking cute is this? ❤️❤️❤️

…who you calling a cracker?!?…… Obama…

…Barack…

…Barack …

…Obama…

…posers…

…well…

…this is awkward…

…Animal Crackers is two comics up…

…just up past Flash Gordon and 9 Chickweed Lane…

…but…

…look at the bright side…

…any left hander in their right mind…

…would rather be in Frog Applause …

…which is like a high end fashion show …

…in Blackhorse, Ohio…

…not absolutely necessary…

…but awfully dam-n righteous…

…who wants to sit with the ‘cool’ kids…

…when you’re with the FA Gang…

…two comics down from…

…Hi & Lois …

… Hagar the Horrible…

Bravo Bravo

Trick or Treat Animal House TOGA party.

Which came first: the chicken or the cracker?

Whacky Twobackey and smile for the Cannon Camera®.

Well I’ll be BAWK …!

…Go, I say go away boy, you bother me”…

…That’s a joke, I say that’s a joke son”…

…“I keep pitchin’ ‘em and you keep missin’ ‘em”…

…That boy’s about as sharp as a bowling ball”…

BAWK again … take 2nd base …!

I wish now she’d pose as fried chicken and mashed potatoes.

Well, there I was again. Hallowe’en on the way, and I was stuck in the crafts room at the Froglandia Bath Mat Factory. We’d had a special treat, celebrating Canadian Thanksgiving Day, supposedly. Foam clamshells with Lil’ Dufu’s pancakes and sausages. I don’t think the syrup was real maple syrup, even though Froglandia has tons and tons of maple trees. But it was good enough. We were supposed to come up with Hallowe’en themes. We’d been through ghosts and ghouls and skeletons. But that was all old and worn out. Seasonal bath mat designs, even if they are designed by kids, need to be more original. That was the hook, the gimmick, the hot cakes aspect of the seasonal line. Designed by kids. Fresh and original. Hokey and derivative, was more like it. But that was the gig, and so long as we had to be in their Day Care while our parents worked weekend overtime, we were locked into the deal. It was a bit like being a barnyard fowl, posing for animal cracker designs. We were supposed to just be cute, and supply a general outline for the product. They had already shot down my grave marker design, with the legend. “Youth N. Hope” on the first line, then “Gone Too Soon” on the next. No vision, no artistry, no sense of humor in these Crafts Room Overlords.

No lumps in that gravy, just like liquid steel and Arnold S., saying,“I’ll be back”!