Parrots of the Caribbean: Curse of the French Frogs

The quiet, blue-bearded parrots of the Caribbean lived quite happily in their homes among the palm trees and led sweet, simple lives. Every day, they would fly into the towns and seek out food, often getting scared away by the many pirates of the Caribbean that lived there, but generally, these parrots had a pretty good time. Sadly, this all changed when a platoon of frogs from France decided to emigrate to the beautiful Caribbean land.

The frogs were very famous in France for being the toughest, roughest frogs around, even if they did have little curly moustaches. Worst of all was their leader, Monsieur Napoleon Hoppit, who was known to dive on his enemies in battle and cover them with his froggy slime so that they couldn't see.

'This looks like ze perfect spot to live oui?' Monsieur Napoleon called to his troop, gazing up at the tall Caribbean palm trees.

'Oh oui Monsieur Napoleon,' replied the frogs and they hopped into the palm tree forest.

The parrots weren't happy with the arrival of the frogs, especially when they began mocking the parrots' blue beards. Who did they think they were? The hypocrites! It was obvious that their moustaches were artificial, and besides, they were so last year.

'You are not welcome in our palm trees,' Senor Joaquin Enriquo Beak-Beak Pecksalot (a long name for such a little parrot) told the frogs one day.

'Well zat is just too bad because we like zis place and we are here to stay,' Monsieur Napoleon croaked. 'Now, go and take your stupid blue-bearded bird brains somewhere else.'

That was the last straw for Joaquin and the parrots and they charged at the frogs, wings high and beaks poised for pecking. Joaquin lived up to his name, and pecked a lot while yelling, 'our beards—are not—stupid!!!!!'

After many days of fighting (and a lot of pecking) the frogs proved to be less tough and rough than most had thought, and tried to surrender…

'Zis is pointless!' Monsieur Napoleon declared, 'I am le tired!'

However, Joaquin didn't hear him, and sent a particularly nasty peck in Monsieur Napoleon's direction… and swallowed him whole!

So, Monsieur Napoleon was no more, and without their leader, the frogs gave up and hopped back home to France, where their moustaches were later revealed for the fake stick-ons that they were.

Joaquin and his parrot crew lived happily ever after. Well, until the Germans invaded, but that's another story…