Besides the two large frogs sitting relaxed in the reeds and enchant with their deep voices, the female frog, Fridolin sees only from old times. Be too high, the croaking frog females seem obvious not to tear off the stool. When a few bottles of wheat beer and wheat beer to be placed in the cooling pond and Fridolin bravely rouses to a recital of his miserable existence changes abruptly and the female frog lying at his feet. Frog’n'Roll!