He rose from his bed with not much rest.

Blake rose from his hole and set on a quest.

His hope was to get grub.

He met a frog at the pond.

Blake spoke to the frog and made a joke.

He chose not to get the frog. It was his pal.

Home he went with no snack in hand.

He went back in his hole. He did not mope.

"I spot a plant!" Blake said.

Blake ate the plant.

Glad, Blake dozed off in his hole.