Redhawk Caldera my rodeo romeo.

Elwood couldn't have been happier when Finley stood and started to give him a few pointers on how to perfect his hopping. He waited a moment, hoping that she would spring forward in the next instant, but she remained rooted to the ground for the time being. It seemed that she needed a little more encouragement from him.

"Well, you're the professional," he teased, giving his rump a little shake. He knew that she would find his asset enticing -- it seemed to be one of her favorite features. Then, following her directions, he shoved his rear end into the air and leaped again, feeling his spine extend and then curl with the motion.

Feeling as though he still wasn't quite capturing the essence of a true frog, he turned and looked back at Finley with another pout -- this one more plaintive. "I really think you need to show me..." he begged, pleading with his eyes.