One morning, Gene Simmons was asleep in bed and he had slept in, even after his alarm clock went off.
It was taking longer than he thought to get used to a 'normal' life after touring with Paul, Tommy, and Eric for 50 years, especially because of the fact that the four current members of KISS were retired.
As he rolled over on his side, something cute, small, and amphibian-like let out some squeaks.
Gene stirred in his sleep for a minute or two, then he opened his eyes.
"What the..."
He mumbled out loud to himself.
It was a frog, and it was perching on the opposite direction of his bed.
The small critter had a round, little body, and beady frog-like eyes.
"Where did you come from? And most importantly, how the heck did you get here"?
Gene said to the small frog.
A few minutes later, Gene heard my voice outside his bedroom door.
"Pipsqueak...Pipsqueak..."
I called out, and then my rain frog on Gene's bed.
"There you are"!
Pipsqueak saw me and he let out some rain frog squeaks.
"Is this your pet"?
Gene asked.
"Yep, this is Pipsqueak. He's my rain frog".
I grinned, while holding Pipsqueak gently in my hands.
Then, a few minutes later, Paul walked in.
He looked like he had just woken up.
"Mornin' Starchild. Check out my new pet".
I said excitedly, holding up Pipsqueak for him to see.
Paul chuckled softly.
"That's a cute little thing".
