I know how the frog got to the moon. My ugly sister caught one and told it to kiss her so she would turn into a beautiful princess. When the frog took one look at her he passed out. My sister got so mad she grabbed the poor frog and hopped on her broom then flew at top speed to our highest mountain. I don't know what she intended to do but she missjudged the height of the mountain and hit it really hard. The impact dislodged the frog who kept on moving on a slightly different trajectory until reaching the moon.
Please have pity for the poor frog who is currently asking, "Where the hell am I?"
