The Prodigal Son – The Froop Translation – by Daniel Goering and Family

Feeling footloose and frisky, a featherbrained fellow
forced his fond father to fork over his farthings. He flew
far to foreign fields and frittered his froop and fortune, feasting
fabulously with faithless friends.

Finally facing famine and fleeced by his fellows-in-folly
he found himself a feed flinger in a filthy farmyard.
Fairly famished, he fain would have filled his frame with
foraged food from the fodder fragments.

“Fooey, my father’s flunkies fare far fancier,” the
frazzled fugitive fumed feverishly, frankly facing facts.

Frustrated by failure and filled with foreboding, he fled
forthwith to his family. Falling at his father’s feet, he
floundered forlornly, “Father, I have flunked and
fruitlessly forfeited family favor.”

But the faithful father, forestalling further flinching,
frantically flagged the flunkies to fetch forth the finest
fatling and fix a feast.

The fugitive’s fraternal faultfinder frowned on the fickle
forgiveness of former folderol. His fury flashed, but fussing was futile.

The farsighted father figured, “Such filial fidelity is
fine, but what forbids fervent festivity, for the fugitive
is found? Unfurl the flags with flaring, let fun, froop and
frolic freely flow. Former failure is forgotten, folly
forsaken. Forgiveness forms the foundations for future fortune.