Hello children. Are you sitting comfortably? Then I'll begin.
Philip was a frog, and frog Phil feared frogs from France. His phobia for frogs from France was unfortunate because he was French too. His irrational fear of frogs was shared by many frogs across the sea in the fabulous misty island of England. Frog Phil's fear for frogs from France finally forced Phil to flee.
From France he fled as fast as a frog's legs could hop. He hopped onto a ferry one fine day and crossed the channel looking for frog refuge. And he found it.
He became an English frog and moved into an English frog family, in a place called Foor Ponds.
There was a froggy phrincess in Foor Ponds and Phil married her, and should have lived happily ever after.
But he didn't.
His "Listen with Mother" tale turned into a webbed nightmare, a cautionary tale for tadpoles around meres and moats and pools and ponds everywhere.
A phalanx of French frogs followed Phil from France and fell upon him one fine and foggy night.
"Off with his legs", they croaked, and off came his legs. "That will teach you to flee from your fatherland".
Phil dragged himself home. His wife rushed him to the famous frog orthopedic clinic near Fallowfield, but it was too late. Phil was legless for good, "completely legless" as the doctor put it.
And so Phil lived the rest of his froggy days out, unable to hop or swim, but surrounded by loving English frogs in a field not far from Frinton.
The moral of the tale is:
if you have a phobia for frogs from France, fleeing from them to fresh fields far away forces them to find and punish you, often forfeiting your four frog's legs in the phrocess.