We had a cold snap last week, following a stretch of nice warm weather. Seems like the warmth brought out the frogs, and when the Blue Norther hit the frogs all dove into the water at once. Only the water froze before their legs got in the water, and there was this mass of frog legs sticking up above the ice -- frogs were all dead, of course.

Well sir, The Ropin' Rompin' Ranger got out a lawn mower and collected them frog legs. Got himself a bushel and a half, took 'em up to the Legion Hovel, and they had a big frog leg feed up there. It was made more joyous by the tank car of beer they'd managed to switch off the main line and stashed in the barn.