This morning we spotted a frog wearing acorn-shell glasses, perched on a lily pad and reading a book.

We go: “Whatcha reading, love?” And she goes: “Latin. I’m not just any old frog, you know. I come with a certified label of origin.” We’re like: “Alright, alright… so why do you make those weird noises then?” And she gives us this proper serious look: “Weird noises? Mate, the weird noises are yours. You spend all day listening to reggaeton.”

Magikito moral: if someone slaps a silly label on you, don’t go picking a massive fight. Breathe, and flip the whole thing around.