Jack of All Trades, Master of None

Very strange, as I’ve been dreaming more often than not as of late.  Could be the stress, but who knows, really.

I am the frog queen, the master of all amphibious-natured creatures.  I hold my web footed trophy as a headless raiment– an infantile version of it’s adult counterparts.  A ring to adorn– an insignia to show off to other, lesser individuals who are inept in the finer skill of reptilian manipulation.

As a prize for my royal status, I have been charged with the adoption of an unwanted primate.  Much like a sock monkey, with flailing long arms, yet pointed teeth gnashing, the desire for his former master with long blonde hair and richly decorated jewelery is insatiable.  The antics he has aptly displayed have proven incompatible with her three young children, the crying babes in the corner.  As a high class royal who never betrays a promise, he belongs to me now.  I will call him…. “Snappy”.