For the past several months, we’ve been working hard to let everyone know that the first three books of The William Edwards Book Series and the prequel have been published. We did a good job, a marvelous job, actually, writing the books. Other people agreed. We got a fabulous review from a national magazine and quite a few absolutely wonderful reviews from bloggers. But we ran into a bit of a snag, you see. Nothing too bad. Well, that’s not quite spot on. Quite disastrous is more exact. The problem was no one knew about The William Edwards Book Series! The problem remains, we’re writers, not marketers. Yup, big problem. Monstrous problem. Now who could solve this gargantuan problem? In hops Mr. Frog Agent. That’s right, that’s his name. Mr. Frog Agent. Check out his bio. Anyhow, he informs us that there are millions of other books on Amazon, actually, I think his exact count was a bazillion – all of whom are his fabulous clients – and that he will try to fit us into his busy schedule to try to promote us. Yes, very busy schedule. He hasn’t left yet. It’s been two weeks.

“Yes, yes. You’re books are the best of all my clients,” he said as we sat around the table eating sandwiches and flies. “I have a GAZILLION ideas on how to get it out there.”

“Tell us!” Jonathan said.

“Well, there are just so many!” Mr. Frog Agent said.

“Okay, name one,” Bora said.

“One. Oh dear. One. Well, let me think about that a moment. I have so many, it’s hard to decide on just one for such a wonderful series. I mean, you deserve the best, don’t you?”

“Of course, we deserve the best!” Mrs. Edwards chimed in. “We are the best!”

“That’s right, dear,” Mr. Edwards added. “We are the best. We are rich bankers. Only the best for us!”

Across the table, I spotted William Edwards rolling his eyes.

“Okay, let’s have it,” I said to Mr. Frog Agent.

“It? What do you mean by ‘it’?” Mr. Frog Agent asked.

“I mean, what’s this fabulous idea of yours?” I said to him.

“Oh, yes, yes. Umm. Okay. Here it is. GRIBBITTT,” he croaked.

“What?” I said.

“You heard me, GRIBBITTT,” Mr. Frog Agent repeated.

“Does anyone here speak Frog?” I asked, looking around.

Silence filled the room. Then we heard a soft voice.

“I do,” said William Edwards.

Of course William Edwards speaks Frog. The big fly talks to him, the brown snake talks to him, even the two blind fish talk to him. Why not a frog?

Zandall asked William what we all were wondering: “What did he say?”

“He said to use our magic wands,” William said.

Bora slammed her fists down on the table. “You haven’t read the series!” she said to Mr. Frog Agent. “This isn’t Harry Potter, you know.”

“Oh, but it could be,” said Mr. Frog Agent. “You read what the reviews said. They compared you to Harry Potter. Take it from me, you’re just as magical! And yes, I did read your books. I just thought that perhaps the authors had left just a little something out.”

“Magic wands?” Jonathan asked.

“Exactly!” Mr. Frog Agent said.

“What’s wrong with cefezaggles?” Jonathan asked.

“Nothing, nothing at all. That’s what I meant, you know. William lost something in the translation,” said Mr. Frog Agent. “That what happened. It’s William’s fault!”

“That’s William,” Mrs. Edwards said, rolling her eyes.

“You’re so right, dear,” Mr. Edwards agreed.

“Right. As if I wanted to be Dr. Doolittle,” William said.

“And how are cefezaggles going to help us get seen among millions of books?” I asked.

Mr. Frog Agent jumped up (as frog agents do). “Why am I on the spot here? I’m your agent. I’m right up next to the publisher, who is right up next to surgeons! We’re as hard to get time with as the Queen of England!”

We all took a sip of our tea and pond water. Delicious.