Mojo for Munchkin

Munchkin was a breeder girl for the first four years of her life.  It's not surprising that once she got to experience the outside world, she would go a little nutty.  Fetch balls ALLL day long if you will throw them.  Run around the backyard looking for adventure and a slow squirrel or both.

But Munchkin went a little hey-go-mad, as our friends in Great Britain say, and she woke up with a sore back.  It's two weeks in the big crate and no balls for Munchkin.

"Hey, Screw!  What's a frog gotta do to get somebody to throw a ball around here?"

"Say, listen!  Listen!  The warden's gonna wanna hear this!  Paulie Walnuts has a secret stash from his last hold-up.  Spring me, and I'll show you where it is."

"That's how you're gonna play it, huh?  That's how you're gonna play it?  I only got another couple weeks, you know.  I can do the time.  But when I'm out, you better sleep with both eyes open, ya dirty screw.  Yah, we'll see whose laughin' then."

Munchkin might need a tougher prison moniker.  And her foster mom might want to put a lock on her shoe cupboard, just in case.  Meanwhile, Munchkin could use some healing mojo from her confrères and partners in crime.  It goes without saying that group includes

The Frog Princess