Made me Laugh Out Loud

"The Frog stretched out on his sun-dappled rock as if he were settling into a chaise lounge. She could tell from his body language - so much more human than frog - there would be no turning him down. 'I don't know anything about you,' he said. 'You may being your story.'

It was completely absurd. Absurd that Sunday was in the middle of the Wood talking to a frog. Absurd that he wanted to learn about her. Absurd that he would care. It was so absurd that she opened her journal and started reading from the top of the page.

'My name is Sunday Woodcutter...'

'Grumble,' croaked the frog.

'If you're going to grumble through the whole thing, why did you ask me to read it in the first place?'

'You said your name was Sunday Woodcutter,' said the frog. 'My name is Grumble.'"

--- from Enchanted by Alethea Kontis