"Your frogs, journeying along the gravel-paved path, beholding the wildflowers and weeds rampant on either side of the streets, deemed the city devoid of any charm. Deprived of even a single small creature, they found themselves unable to make friends."
"Your foodie's eyes sparkled, spotting a tall, short-haired dog with black patches, hunched at the road's edge, gazing down at the entire city. Hopping forward, the foodie bumped into the dog's leg, looking up with a, 'Hello, I'm a foodie.' The spotted dog turned its head, 'I'm a proud bull terrier, I don't befriend frogs. Go away.' Foodie glanced back at Da Vinci, 'This foolish dog, doesn't recognize a bullfrog.'"
