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i plugged it all into my magical dream calculator and the unequivocal translation is... once there was a frog, a rather attractive fellow with a blue-green ding-dong, he traveled in a giant glove that walked like a regal elephant (the opening of the glove rising out of the elephants back becomes a plush luxurious coach holding our frog). They are lost in a forest of rusty metal peices bolted together like some forgotten outsider nightmare. The End.