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HOP FROG. One thing that has remained Valued through all of time: Humor, in jokes and pranks (And even, sometimes, in rhymes .). Once, a king found pranks More important than all the rest More important than other things Such as the feelings of friend and guest.
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HOP FROG One thing that has remained Valued through all of time: Humor, in jokes and pranks (And even, sometimes, in rhymes.) Once, a king found pranks More important than all the restMore important than other things Such as the feelings of friend and guest.
Hop-Frog they called him, for he couldn’t walk He jumped and wriggled about. His companion, Trippetta, on the other hand, Was elegant out and out. She and Hop-Frog, kidnapped when young Were together always, forever bound. And if anyone dared to hurt the girl, Hop-Frog attacked them like a hound. This talented pair aided the king In preparing for every ball So on the day of a masquerade, They entered into his hall. This could be seen in his court fool: Very short, and crippled at that:He was ‘a jester to laugh with, And a dwarf to laugh at.’
The king and advisers needed a plan For the ball, almost begun But first they wanted some pain- That is to say, some ‘fun.’ Drink would drive poor Hop-Frog mad So of course the king made him drink But Trippetta begged the evil manTo stop and of her friend think.
In response, the king dumped his wine All over the poor girl’s face Meekly she excused herself, And returned to her place. SCREEEEEEEEEEECH A frightening noise screeched through the hall No one knew from where it came, But the king couldn’t help but thinkSomehow Hop-Frog was to blame.
Now the fool knew How the company should dress for the party ‘You shall be “Ourang-Outangs,”And you shall arrive tardy,” “In order to scare one and all,” he finished, to their delight They began their preparations For their wonderful night of fright.
At midnight, they stormed the ball, in chains And covered in flax and tar (For you see, in this time period, No one knows what orangutans are).
At first everyone was frightened, In the dim, chandelier-less palace But soon they saw it to be a prankAnd nothing done out of malice. Suddenly, the chain was yankedAnd the king’s party flew to the ceiling Hop Frog rode along with them There was a sudden uneasy feeling. “Who are these pranksters?”Called Hop-Frog, torch in hand.“I shall find them out!” He continued, close to the band. As all the guests laughed No one noticed a hook descend From where the chandelier was normally At the king’s chain, its movement did end.
Then, it happened once more - It was the screeching noise again, The king saw it was Hop-Frog’s teeth Grinding in angry strain. “Aha! I know them now, Men who think a girl a thing,Who think that her abuse Is acceptable from a king.” SCREEEEEEEEEEECH “Who am I to speak this truth?” He asked, dropping his torch upon the fest,“I am Hop-Frog, the jester,And this is my last jest.”
The flax and tar burned quickly; Soon the king was dead, Along with his guests, advisers, Everyone - everyone minus two head. No one knows what befell the fool, Or his dear little lady friend, So, I suppose, here it is:Our story’s gruesome End
Rewritten and illustrated by:Bryn Medley Narrated by: JerremyDillin Credits:Hook – www.istockphoto.com Castle – www.inkart.com “Ourang-Outang”: personal.uncc.net Wine glass: www.pandawhale.com Background music: Alessa’s Song - http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1uQ5cIZcHvE Hop-Frog throwing torch - www.galerietroncin.com Dead bodies - uk.prweb.com Based on the short story, “Hop Frog,” by Edgar Allen Poe