Contest for a Monday morning
For Easter, a psychological study

The unveiling

There were many excellent guesses for Monday's contest, name the frog... but alas, no correct ones!  Truth be told, I didn't even have a prize lined up.  I knew it was a long shot.  I figured if someone actually guessed correctly I'd go from there. Gotta save those brain cells for when you actually need them, you know, or um I might run out (?).

So here we go, the frog's name is...

FARTY!  Farty the frog.

Sort of obvious and unexpected all at once, huh?  I bet other four-year-olds would have got it in a second.  Well, maybe just the boys.

We tried gently steering Chance away from the whole smelly business, lighting a flame and starting afresh, so to speak.  Even clearing the air by suggesting some other nuggets.  But unfortunately the name stuck, like flies on... a frog's tongue.

Sorry, I couldn't resist.  Feel free to insert your favorite fart joke here.
           - the weirdgirl

P.S. I think the frog is a little offended.

P.P.S. You know what kind of cracks me up? The people at the local Petsmart get all worked up if they think you're not treating fish properly but when I asked for a frog along with care instructions there was no concern at all.  The response was, "As long you feed it every other day the frog won't care how you treat it."  Apparently, frogs just aren't as personable as fish.

I think PETA might need to revoke some memberships.