Yummy!

One day, after a nice summer swim, Frog realized that he was very hungry.  He hurried to his house and made a plate full of his favorite:  grilled cheese sandwiches.  With his mouth watering, he took his plate and a glass of pink lemonade outside for a lovely afternoon picnic on a rock by the river.

Just as he was getting ready to take his first bite, Moose sauntered by.  Catching a whiff of the delicious smelling grilled cheese sandwiches, he turned around, looked at Frog with his plate piled high, and said, "Mmmmmm.  Can I have a bite?"

Frog looked from Moose to his sandwiches and back again.  Finally, he tore off the most itsy bitsy teensie weensie teeniniest piece of sandwich that he could manage and placed it on the rock.  

"Here you go!" said Frog.

Moose looked at the crumb, looked back at Frog, and said, "It's okay.  You can keep it."  He then wandered on his way.

Frog shrugged and brought his sandwich up to his mouth, but just then Goat cantered up.

"What a de-e-e-licious smell!" exclaimed Goat.  "Can I have some?"

Frog shrugged and said, "Sure, help yourself."  He pointed to the crumb that Moose left on the rock.

Goat quickly licked up the crumb.  When he saw that Frog wasn't going to offer any more, he trudged away with his head hung low.

This time, Frog quickly crammed a piece of the sandwich in his mouth, but before he could chew it up very well, Alligator crawled up.

"Yuuuummmmmy!" said Alligator.  "My favorite!  Can I have a bite?"

Frog's mouth was too full to speak, so he just pulled off another tiny crumb . . . this one even smaller than the last, and held it out for Alligator.

Alligator looked at the crumb in Frog's hand, licked his lips and . . . 

CHOMP.

Rumor has it that there is still a mostly-full plate of grilled cheese sandwiches sitting on a rock by the river. You can help yourself. 

THE END.