This report posted by the emergency personnel attending the proud new owner of a Froggy H12:

She arrived well and with dignity.

The owner, after putting the guitar in tune and playing the entirety of some song about a woman named Alice and her Diner or Restaurant, or some such archaic tune, went into a deep state of catatonic bliss.† As he was being wheeled out of his home (clutching the aforesaid instrument with a vice like grip) he was heard to mutter through a grin of epic proportions, words to the effect of ..."a sonic bulls eye, superb, gorgeous, rich, resonant, incredible...", you get the drift.

His prognosis is good. I must tell you however, the staff here at the Home For The Musically Wayward is somewhat concerned regarding whether the gentleman will break from playing the above referenced instrument long enough to eat and sleep during what appears at the outset to be a very long road to recovery.