Fickleton Farm was a typical farm, with rolling green hills and a typical charm. Life was just dreamy, a peaceful affair. Until came a joking, all croaking ‌
‘I’m Stud. I’m the best.’
sparkles galore.
Stud’s outfit was eye popping; ‘My first trick’s a winner I’m sure you’ll adore.’
‘Heave … help!’
Poor Stud was too weak.
‘Don’t worry, fellas.
Act Two’s where I peak.’
, for Stud the Spectacular Show-Toad From then on, the animals queued with delight each night.
Life was a blast with the fun-loving Stud.
But could the farm handle ‌