Accidentally joined a moon mission by sneaking onto a rocket. Fought a shark in the gym swimming pool. Found a crown and declared himself the King of Swindon.
As the sun set, he sat on top of the tallest building, looking down at the chaos he’d created. He let out one final, satisfied croak—followed by a small, squeaky toot—and prepared for his next big jump. ГљЕѕasnГЎ Еѕaba?
While in mid-air, he spotted a parked car. "Why hop when you can drive?" he thought (in frog-logic). He landed directly in the driver’s seat, his sticky feet gripping the wheel. He drove the car through a glass window, out the other side, and straight into a giant pile of mattresses. By the end of the day, the frog had: Accidentally joined a moon mission by sneaking onto a rocket