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This noon, I was strolling in the gentle welsh countryside when a frog started to talk to me:

- Hey - croak - welshman, any frog-eater around ?
- What? - I said startled by the novelty of a talking-frog.
- Yeah, the eFrench -croak - the ones who get no congress month after month - croak- any around?
-Nope, they got kick-assed again - I said in laughter
- Phew - breath the frog out.
- How can you speak if you're a frog? - I asked.
- Why not? Could you help me? Tell me why they hate us so much and eat us. We have nearly no flesh - showing its rear legs, tiny, slim and green legs.
- I guess ... - and stayed speachless thinking for some seconds - I guess they're jealous of you
- Croak - why? -croak
- Yes, you're bloated and seen much bigger than you're , they love that.
- What? -croak
- Yeah, they call it "grandeur", the fact of being full of hot air and empty.
- Oh!- croak- pity. They think -croak- they're frogs. That's always been a mistery to me - croak- I'll tell you something "keerish", a secret you probably don't know- croak - the elections are - croak- won mainly by bought votes -croak- and MU play an important role -croak.
- Ummm, that sounds certainly keerish, indeed- I replied.
- What happened to eFrench anyway?
- ePolish and ebritish kicked them out Britain. You know too much air to swallow and brag in them.
- Croak- frog-eating is the greatest achievement you can ever expect from them.
- Anyway take care, they'll be back, so full of air as a croisant.
- Croak ,see later, why wouldn't they be invaded by eGermany as usual? Now they can't even be rescued by north-americans, as usual - croak- see later.
- Frog-eaters! see leater Frog.