Once upon a time a few mud hills away. There was a little frog called FrogFur from Pondlake, he was blue with a chubby build just under 1m tall. Up above his tree house outside his window he could see the gates of chestnut city and down below warm rivers and streams, giant Lily-pads, floating canal boats and smoked oak tree huts peeping through the trees. A wonderfully busy place where FrogFur suddenly found himself in a fearful position which carried an unpleasant trial of events.
She lives on the southeast coast of New England in a big house built in 1865—haunted, of course (this is New England, aren't they're ALL haunted?—and only a five minute walk from the ocean, with a husband she loves almost as much as he loves football, fishing & firearms.
Roaming the internet is only one of her obsessions.