I climbed atop my tiny stage—well, it's really just the coffee table, but I like to think of it as a grand theater. My paws twitched with excitement. Today's performance would be epic. Today, I would show the world—or at least my humans—how Elijah, the so-called 'villain,' lost his mind in the most chaotic way possible. His overacting deserves to be remembered. History will remember me as the greatest critic, yes, the smallest director, and the fiercest koala in this mansion.
I set up the frogs with meticulous care. Each had a role. One dramatic frog got the 'fainted mid-scene' assignment. Perfect. Another, the one with a slightly crooked leg, got the 'collapses mid-line' spot. I gave them tiny scripts. No improvisation allowed. This was serious theater. Professional drama school-level serious.
