Once upon a time (for some reason I seem to be living into fairy tales lately) in the not-so-far-off land of Doogle, there lived a blogger and his beautiful daughter. In order to make himself appear more "important," this blogger fibbed on the Internet and on the MLS that his beautiful daughter could easily turn a sow’s ear into a silk purse.
King Doogle was VERY skeptical and called for the blogger and his daughter to come before him in the 
castle. Unable to dissuade the blogger from his claims, the king sent the daughter to the dark, dank and now smelly dungeon. He provided her with a mountain of sow’s ears and ordered her to turn them into even one measly silk purse by morning. If she could not manage such a simple task she and her father would be banished from the land of Doogle forever.
The poor daughter became depressed (not to mention pissed at her dad)----she knew that there was no way in Doogle she would ever be able to turn that pile of sow’s ears into even one measly silk purse----so she started to 
cry. At that very moment a devilish little toad appeared, pouncing gleefuly through the river of tears. He said that he would turn all those sow’s ears into as many silk purses as she wanted if she would but give him half of her activerain points----and her first born child. Well she REALLY didn’t want her father or herself banned from the land of Doogle so she reluctantly consented. She never was into the whole "points" thing anyway (and she missed the part about the kid).
POOF!!!----instantly all the sow’s ears turned into silk purses----HUNDREDS of them! When King Doogle saw all the beautiful silk purses he was so impressed that he married the blogger’s daughter (hopefully that was OK with her).
Together they filled the kingdom’s coffers by selling all the silk purses on eBay.
King and Queen Doogle then doogled around for a year and pretty soon there was a little Doogle chasing toads around the castle. After a while, the “weasely toad” returned to claim his payment. He said: "Now give me your first born child." The queen had forgotten her promise to the toad and was broken-hearted to say the least. She offered him the other half of her activerain points if she could but please keep the child. The toad refused at first, but finally agreed to give up his claim to the child if the queen could simply guess his name before midnight on Sunday night.
What to do???
She pulled out her laptop and Doogled: “What is the rotten weasely toad’s name?”
(It is usually best to be direct and to the point with Doogle.)
Two hundred and twenty seven thousand pages of hits came back with the name: “Rumpledsowsear.”
Proud of herself to the point of emotional melt-down and peed undergarments, she just could not wait until that weasely little toad showed up again. When he finally did show up, she blurted out knowingly: “Rumpledsowsear!” The toad was paralyzed by shock and sick with dismay (but secretly impressed too) and nearly croaked right then and there. But, in the end he merely bounced past the guard in shining armor, through the window and into the moat----and was never heard from again (after the splash that is).
There is nothing quite like having good Doogle Juice----works on warts too!
Charles Buell
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I for one am glad the devilish little toad croaked.
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Thanks for sharing. We always learn a lot from Active Rain blogs.