Frog Applause by Teresa Burritt for January 14, 2019

The basket was sewn to her skirt. I’d be more concerned that the basket is EMPTY. Who carries around an empty basket? I’d at least stick those blabbermouth twins in it.

A beldams is an “other mother.” A woman who shape-shifts herself into a loving mother, then eats the children she tricks.

Get thee gone, ancient harridan!

I wouldn’t worry about the basket. I’d worry about how my body seems to be an elongated cone.

Et nous espérons qu’elle a merci. Ou pitié.

Heh heh. There’s a frog in the pot and he’s clapping. Heh heh. Lucille, sing again.

OK, I’m starting to get scared here. Can we go back to Brewster?

Is that a woman or a man? Dude looks like a woman. No man, that has got to be a woman, see, see, I plea for my case.

‘Tis a “pooka”, named Harvey, who doth hold said basket … all invisible 6 foot, .312 inch of him … ribbet … er … rabbit ….

If you take the BS out of beldams you get LAMED.

It puts the babies in the basket, or it gets the lame hose.

One must cherish Old Woodcuts with fittingly archaizing dialogue appended! Anyhoo, good thing there are two of those tiny tots, ‘cause I can’t stop eating ’em!

Isn’t this a tad vicious?