How Billy the Frog Got His Favourite Job

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A bedtime story by Bill Keeth
 
Once upon a time there was a frog called Billy. Poor Billy – he was a sad little frog. Because Billy really hated what he had to do for a living. Billy worked at the zoo, feeding the animals – a job most frogs would have liked. But not Billy. Oh, no. Billy would come home from work every night, plonk himself down at the kitchen table, and sit there looking sad.
 
‘You look really sad, our Billy,’ his Mum would say as she’d push a plate of Yummy Dead Flies and Bluebottles in front of him. ‘Are you still having to feed those civets?
 
Civets, civets, civets, civets, civets!’ Billy would moan.
 
So Billy left the zoo and got a job as a groundsman at the golf club. Billy liked playing golf. But he didn’t like being a groundsman. Because it was Billy’s job to go around replacing all the bits of earth and grass the golfers would disturb when they missed the ball instead of hitting it.
 
‘You look really fed up, our Billy,’ his Mum would say as she’d shove a dish of Lip-Smacking Aphids and Furry Caterpillars in front of him. ‘Are you still having to go around replacing those divots?’
 
Divots, divots, divots, divots, divots!’ Billy would moan.
 
Being a groundsman, Billy soon managed to get a job as a gardener at the park. But that was no good either. Because while all the other gardeners were busy planting flowers and tending exotic shrubs it was Billy’s job to trim the most boring plant of all. So every night Billy would come home from work, plonk himself down at the kitchen table, and sit there looking glum.
 
‘You look really glum, our Billy,’ his Mum would say as she’d slide a Scrumptious Earwigs and Daddy-Longlegs Pizza in front of him. Are you still having to go around trimming those privets?‘
 
Privets, privets, privets, privets, privets!’ Billy would moan.
 
‘Well, I’ve had just about enough of this, our Billy,’ his Mum said one day. ‘Coming home from work every night, complaining all the time. Why don’t you go and see your Uncle Bullfrog?’
 
‘Uncle Bullfrog the shipbuilder?’ said Billy.  ‘Do you really think he’d help me?’
 
‘If you don’t ask him you’ll never know,’ said Mum.
 
Which is how Billy ended up doing a job he really liked at long last – working as a welder with his Uncle Bullfrog the shipbuilder.  Then every night Billy would come home from work, hang his welding mask and gauntlets on a coat hook in the lobby, plonk himself down at the kitchen table and sit there, grinning all over his face.
 
‘Oh, it’s good to see you looking so happy, our Billy,’ his Mum would say as she’d place a bowl of Tongue-Tingling Wood Louse and Dragonfly Soup in front of him. ‘Has your Uncle Bullfrog still got you popping those rivets?’
 
Rivets, rivets, rivets, rivets, rivets!’ Billy would chirrup. ‘It’s the best job in the world for a frog, Mum. It really is. It’s the job I’ve always been hop(p)ing to get!’
 

End.

 

(20 April 2016)


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3 thoughts on “How Billy the Frog Got His Favourite Job

  1. Sincere apologies to “Bish”: I just discovered that “he” is a “she”!!!

    Bill Keeth

  2. Many thanks for your kind comments!

    The story behind the story is that my grandson Billy, aged 8, learned I’d written a few books and seemed mightily impressed, mailing me a story of his own together with the suggestion I should write something else. Which led to “Billy the Frog” and a succession of mailings designed to keep him writing.

    Kind regards – and thanks again,

    Bill Keeth

  3. I LOVE this! So clever and funny! There’s a job for everyone.

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