A wholesome bog frog framed by his own twin, doing time for crimes he didn't commit. Read the case file and meet the witnesses clearing the realest amphibian in the bog.
A pond divided
Hatched from the same clutch, raised in the same lily-pond. Now one is in jail and the other is laughing about it.
Wrongfully imprisoned bog frog • Cell block C, Lily-pad Lockup
I just want to clear my name and go back to eating flies in peace.
Crypto crime boss • Currently at large with hot tongue
Wasn't me. Was him. Also, he can't prove anything. Ribbit.
Authorities (his lawyer) confirm PeePoo had no idea his brother was forging signatures with his tongue. Read the whole feud, chapter by chapter →
Intercepted transmission
Whoever forged those checks had impeccable tongue-work. ████ regrets nothing. Allegedly.
The honest twin weeps in his cell. From over here on the far lily pad, the acoustics are, frankly, delightful.
No comment on the 17 shell ████. No comment on the ribbit casino. 'No comment,' as my counsel across the water keeps reminding me, is itself the comment.
Tell the worried-looking one I said hello. He'll know which clutch this came from. He always does.
— transmitted from a lily pad we are not legally permitted to name
File #: PP-08-21-9420
Allegedly forged the tongue-print of his own twin to launder swamp-bucks via 17 shell pondcompanies. PeePoo, when shown the signed checks, said only 'that's not my tongue, that's clearly my brother's tongue, please look at his tongue.'
NOT GUILTY — forensic flycatcher confirmed it was PooPee's tongue, by tongue.Spotted near a known contraband lily-pad at 3:47 AM. PeePoo states he was 'just enjoying the moonlight on the cattails, also there was a really nice gnat.'
DISMISSED — too many character witnesses. Heron was deemed unreliable.Allegedly disturbed the peace by performing the entirety of 'Bohemian Ribbitsody' at 2 AM. Acoustically gorgeous; legally inadmissible.
TIME SERVED — but the courtroom gave a standing ovation.Allegedly emptied the entire Cattail Cove community bug-jar in one record-setting tongue-lash, leaving the whole marsh to ration gnats for a season. The rim of the drained jar held a single tongue-mark — hooked at the tip, curled a tidy three degrees. Asked to demonstrate, PeePoo stuck out a tongue that lay flat as a dropped plank and said 'I'd never take the last of anyone's supper, look at it, it doesn't even curl.'
NOT GUILTY — the mark on the jar curled; PeePoo's tongue does not. Same face across the pond, different tongue on the rim.Letters from the Lockup
They gave me a cot, a tin cup, and a window the size of a lily pad. I said thank you. The guard looked at me strange, like nobody in here says thank you. I mean it, though. My mother raised me to mean it, and a wrong cell does not unteach a frog his manners.
A moth came in through the bars tonight. I did not eat it. It seemed to be having a hard week, same as me. We sat together until the moon slid off the wall. I have decided the moth is my friend. I have not named him — a name is a big thing to give, and I did not want to rush it.
The frog in the next cell asked what I did to land here. I told him the truth: nothing. He laughed a long time. Everybody laughs. I have stopped minding. The record will say what the record says, and one day the record will be read by someone who reads carefully.
I keep thinking about a face I know better than my own — because it is my own, worn by someone who chose a different pond. I do not hate him. I have tried; it will not take. Whatever he curled his tongue to sign, I hope he sleeps. I sleep fine. That has always been the difference between us, and I think, in the end, it is the whole case.
Folded my blanket into a neat square this morning, corners true, the way I fold everything. The new guard noticed. She said a frog who tidies a cell he was thrown into by mistake is not a frog who forges checks. I did not argue. I just kept folding. Some things you say with your hands.
— PeePoo. Cell block C. Still here. Still honest.
Pinned, tagged, and entered into the record. Every item on this board points the same direction — away from PeePoo and toward a frog who looks suspiciously like him.
PeePoo's print (left) sits flat and honest. The other twin's (right) shows the telltale curl. Note the curl. The whole case is the curl.
Bundled and bound in red string for the jury. Each one signed with a tongue that is demonstrably not his. The handwriting expert wept into the bundle.
At the hour of the alleged forgery, PeePoo was three ponds over admiring one (1) really nice gnat. Corroborated. The gnat declined to testify, but the moonlight did.
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Chain of custody maintained by the Swamp PD evidence locker. Pins logged. Do not remove pins.
★ Lily-pad County Bulletin ★
Innocent frog held without trial. Currently being slowly eaten by mosquitoes.
BAIL REQUIRED
1 honest alibi
(plus a good word from the heron)
Any swamp citizen, bog-dweller, or curious tourist can vouch for him. Character references gladly accepted — even the heron has already recanted.
Meet all 12 witnessesCharacter witnesses
PeePoo cleaned my pond when no one was looking. He even folded the cattails. There's NO WAY he did it.
I'm a heron. I eat frogs. I would never eat PeePoo. He's too pure. Eat his brother instead. I'll pay.
His tongue-prints don't match. His alibi checks out. PeePoo is guilty only of being a really chill amphibian.
Same clutch. Same pond. Same mom. I always knew which twin would turn evil. Spoiler: it WASN'T PeePoo.
I'd vouch for PeePoo in any court in any swamp. The frog literally cannot tell a lie. I've tested it. Repeatedly.
He cried in court. He DIDN'T fake-cry. PeePoo CANNOT fake anything. The jury was sobbing. The bailiff was sobbing. I was sobbing.
That bug-jar rim had a curl-mark on it, hooked clean at the tip. I keep the jar; I'd know. PeePoo's tongue lies flat as a lily pad — it couldn't leave that mark if it tried. Whoever drained us had a hook on the end. Go measure the twin across the water.
Visiting hours — through the glass
Lily-pad Lockup permits one (1) supervised visit per moon. Speak through the algae-streaked glass. Do not feed the inmate (he gets enough flies).
Transcript reviewed and approved by PeePoo's lawyer, who maintains the inmate has never told a lie in his life and isn't about to start across courtroom glass.
Go-live time will be announced on-site and on X the moment the swamp mud settles. ($PEEPOO minting via MintMill — soon.)
Sworn into the record
Innocent bog frog framed by his own twin. Read the case file, then hand it to the swamp.
Every repost is another character witness. Every follow keeps the case in the record.