Interesting, except for my total incapacity to discern male and female toads, which could end up with me being analized by a member of the anura order. So I agree with you. No licking greenish creatures, thanks.

I made the same mental association with “the abnormal frog and the acid rains filtering rooftops”. A good name for a local rock band, I guess…

Slightly unrelated, at first I read “three frogs”, instead of “tree”, and that reminded me of the Budweiser add, you remember that?

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pVcbasIb8lQ

I had lots of fun (nothing intelligent, nor anything) with that, for a time. A friend and I used to play golf together, and once, we had this stupid idea of “frog rating” every drive we made. So if the hit was poor, we would croak “Bad”, if the hit was good, then it was “Wise”, and if it was not remarkable, it was “Er…”

Nothing really funny, on that, until we played together with someone else for the first time. Who happened to be my very serious and almost pro-player boss, who played an incredible driver out of the 1st hole tee, immediately followed by a perfectly synchronous “Wise” croak from both of us.

He didn´t understand anything, but much less when after 17 other holes, we always came out with different synchronous croaks, but always coinciding without even looking at each other.

That was the only time in my life I beat him.
Frog magic.

“Wise…”

Then again, when in Rome… Sure you could get poisoned on toad juice and suffer hideous side effects and be trapped in a God-aweful NHS hospital for weeks on end, but what, really, are the odds on that happening? Live a little.

And may the Dream Police remain at bay.