Frogs Page #6

Want some more coffee?

No, thanks.

I...

nearly came by

your room last night.

Why didn't you?

The floorboards creak too much.

I'm sorry Jason Crockett doesn't keep

his floorboards in better condition.

- I liked talking to you last night.

- We'll have to do more of it.

All right.

I'm ready to play king of the log.

Hey, smith.

He's not here.

Where is he?

Michael? When you're through pounding,

warm me up a little bit.

No. No, I don't want to.

Ah, come one.

Come on.

Just don't hurt me.

The idea is to just

step on that log,

Stay on it,

Put your left hand

behind your back like that,

And that's all your have to do.

Just like that.

- Come on, Michael. Get him.

- I've had enough.

The boy's a loser.

Did your boyfriend get lost?

I wish I could be so lucky.

How would you like to fight me for my log?

That's really not

my kind of game.

What is your kind of game?

I don't think you'd dig it.

It's a little slower than that and,

uh, sophisticated.

Try me.

I'm not gonna be here that long.

Morning, Mr. Crockett.

Happy birthday.

Oh, thank you. Had your breakfast?

Yes, sir. Thank you.

Hey, smith,

how about some games?

Later, Clint.

I wanna talk to him.

Yes, sir.

I thought maybe I'd look around your

island a little more, if you don't mind.

I'll check out

the phone line for you.

Michael, why don't

you take the jeep,

Go see if you can find

a line down somewhere.

Certainly, grandpa.

Mr. Smith, seems to me you've

got something on your mind.

- Care to tell me about it?

- Sir, I don't wanna spoil your day here,

But something's gotta be done

with that body.

I'll tell you something else,

Mr. Crockett.

You overdone it with those

pesticides and poisons here.

I'm afraid to think

what's happened.

There you are, Mr. Michael.

Just in case.

Thanks, Maybelle.

And this year I believe

I've thought of everything.

A new badminton bird,

a new net and four new rackets.

Kenneth,

would you go into the greenhouse, dear,

And get some cymbidiums and some

of those pale green orchids,

The little, teeny, tiny ones?

I just don't have time,

and Maybelle isn't quite up to it.

Oh, a papilio glaucus.

I must get my net right away.

It's the least I can do.

Now, wait a minute.

I wanna show you my new beanbag punch.

No way.

Son, go get him.

Hey, cut it out, dad.

Mix it up with him.

Show him.

I'd love to see him on his ass.

I don't wanna show anybody anything.

If you're chicken, at least you could find

something useful to do with yourself.

I suppose I could, uh,

put up the targets for rifle practice.

Or I could, uh, make sure there

are a proper number of beanbags.

I might even volunteer

to play gin with granddaddy.

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