Four Post-Its

[happytimetemp]

::carrying a box with holes punched into the sides, George headed from her room into the Dining Cart. Flies were in short order on a moving train, and she was determined to find something that her pesky stupid frog would eat.

Sitting the box down on a nearby table, George began perusing the various trays and dishes, attempting to find something suitably slimy, buggy, or green::

::Inside the box, the frog gave a ribbit::