Another frog and duck story (even though you’ll see this story first)

The other was about two ducks and a frog. This one is about two frogs and a duck.

Two small frogs were crossing a muddy road with very deep ruts.  One frog made it across—the other fell into a rut and couldn’t get out. So the first frog went for help (I don’t know what “help” looks like for a little frog).

When the first frog was on his way back with “help,” he met the other frog halfway home.

“How did you do that?  I thought you couldn’t jump out.”

“You see, a truck came along, and I had to.”

(Someone will have to ask the obvious question, and I will answer it.)

Two ducks and a frog were best friends at a pond.

The pond dried up.

The ducks could fly to another pond.

The frog could not.

Solution.

They were on their way to the new pond (all three of them).

The two ducks held a stick in their beaks.

The frog held on between.

A farmer saw them passing overhead.

He asked, “Whose idea was that?”

The frog said, “MINE.”

You might tell the story when you’re tempted to boast.