564b

Well, as far as the Story goes, Shaykh Frögü is very pious: He prays, fasts, mortifies himself day and night...
Tsk tsk. It can't be true: He looks too fat!

564a

Sorry, Mistress! Attar can make us drunk. Shall we stop here?
Nah! It's just another silly Persian tale... Please, continue.

"Bacio" (Kiss)

Add your colours to the Froggies!

563d

Me kiss that Bum?!? The Cook! The Cook!! Do call the Cook!!!

563c

So, should you fall in love with Shaykh Frögüddan, you would rather kiss him than eat him... YES?!?

563b

I would never eat a frog! It is unhuman.

563a

Some people would never kiss frogs: they eat them.

By the Fireplace

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562d

This is why Fairy Tales advice us to kiss a frog! A kiss clarifyies what our heart truly stands for.
To kiss a frog ?!? Bleah! How disgusting.

562c

Can we deem holy a city only because we were told: "This is holy" ?!?
We can't. "Holy" is what a heart, not a mind, calls Home.

562b

I guess the Poet means Mecca, THE holy city in Islam.
To Rumi's Lovers, THE holy city is Konya; to Bamba's THE holy city is Touba.

Happy Nowruz!

Happy Nowruz! Today is the Equinox.

562a

Shaykh Frögü lives in a city, the most holy...
Which one? Touba? Konya? Mecca?!?

Logical Fallacy

Do you have pencils? Color the Froggies!

561d

Good News! I see him too!! We can go on drinking!!!

561c

I saw... I saw Shaykh Frögüddan lying in the street!

561b

...And perhaps we should give up drinking this Sufi Tea: it might be Hal-lucinating!
W... What did you see?!?

561a

We must ask the Cook for lighter meals

Under Her Window

Here you can color the Froggies! Mind the Fire, though.

560d

WHAT?!?

560c

Oh! And where does he live, then?!?
...Broke as a Bum, he lives in the street under her window.

560b

...Then he falls in love with a Lovely Frog and loses his mind. He burns his house...

560a

A quick Synopsis, first. Shaykh Frögü is Rich: he has a Mansion, a Teaching Position, Hundreds of Students...

Where Could It Be?

Do you have pencils? Color the Froggies!

559d

Let's have our Tea; I'll tell you the Story.

559c

As if. Sometimes Books are mischievous... They play hide and seek.

559b

Did the Birds...fly away?

559a

Attar... Attar... Mantiq at-Tayr: Where can this damn book be hiding?!?

The Frog Is in the Pudding...

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558d

Then there must be at least one drop of Real Love in it. Love is uncrumpable!

558c

Ooh! Look!! Look at the letter I crumpled!!! It soars intact.

558b

Let's go to the studio and check the poem: the truth about a tale is in the tale itself.