Nelson glared at Winnie over his glasses. “Win, what’s my number one rule?”
“Everything can be made better with barbeque sauce?” Winnie wrinkled her nose as Nelson sighed.
“No. I mean the one concerning… amphibians.” he inched farther away from the frog in Winnie’s pocket.
“Oh. Well, your rule is: One must never fraternize with any amphibian, reptile, or…” she winced, and tried to remember.
“Or marsupial!” Nelson roared.
“Have you even met Ralphie? He’s simply the best.”
“Ralphie? You named it ‘Ralphie’? How do you even know it’s male?” He stared at the frog. Suddenly, its tongue shot out of its mouth and stuck on his glasses.
“How d’you do, Ralphie.” Nelson smirked. Winnie smiled. Ralphie… croaked. For the last time.

The End. (for the subject of this ficlet, blame Baromero)