A hairy tadpole is one of the more mature members of the amphibians. They show the presence of hair at an early stage which requires frequent grooming prior to become a frog.

Ironically the later stage frog is as bald as a fresh shaved egg. This lack of hair causes much consternation with the frogs as they contemplate the hirsute generations that have come before. Occasionally you can see the frogs gathered in coffee shops sipping on their coffees as they plan nefarious deeds against the hairy tadpoles with their inherent coolness.

Ever since the fiasco of the ‘Sky is Falling’ incident and the subsequent mocking by society, Chicken Little had kept himself out of the public eye.
Locking himself away in a grimy bedsit, overlooking a rundown train station, he turned to food and video games. His body grew and grew, whilst reality became more and more distant, Chicken Little matured into Chicken Not So Little an overweight agoraphobic.

Ever since the fiasco of the ‘Sky is Falling’ incident and the subsequent mocking by society, Chicken Little had kept himself out of the public eye.
Locking himself away in a grimy bedsit, overlooking a rundown train station, he turned to food and video games. His body grew and grew, whilst reality became more and more distant, Chicken Little matured into Chicken Not So Little an overweight agoraphobic.

It’s a little-known fact that prior to collecting a sprig of olive leaves for Noah, the dove stopped for a traditional macchiato.

The Bluebird of Happiness had seem better times, it used to have reasons to keep trim and happy. “Used to”,being the operative word, well until people discovered Twitter, Facebook and all the other social media ills plaguing people’s lives. No longer was happiness real, tangible unless it was tweeted, posted and liked by people with virtual lives.
So the Bluebird now sits alone and bereft, sipping on coffee and eating ever increasing amounts of chocolate.

The Easter Bunny was feeling rather annoyed as his original purpose had been subverted by chocolate eggs and product placement. No longer did he represent fertility or act as a religious symbol: instead the he heralded the coming of commercialism for the year.
“Thank god, or the commercial equivalent,” he muttered to himself, “that there is coffee.”
With that utterance he poured himself a macchiato and allowed himself a minor taste of heaven (or commercial equivalent).

When Goldilocks broke into and entered the Three Bears’ house, she may have eaten their porridge and slept in their beds but I doubt she found the coffee machine. If she had, perhaps the story would have ended differently. Perhaps it would have ended on a positive note. I can imagine that if the bears were greeted with a hot steamy cup of coffee with the milk stretched and swirled just so, they may have been happier and less prone to press charges.
We will never know.