the frog says
oh by the warts on my spine it’s your only option!
it dramatically wails, the pond water has dried into a dewy glaze over the frog
no no no i’m a toad !
croaks the frog, interrupting my narrative
i say louder this time, questioning the authenticity of the frogs statement
i’m not a frog!
ribbits the… frog
ahhh! all you have to do is kiss me i say, to learn, yet you jest here judging the mortality of my patience. haha why instead you learn that my patience dried up when this muck did
the frog has the temperance of muck
i judge aloud
apologize to me, for this has been a gore-ish waste of time
the frog inconsiderately concludes. inconsiderate for apologizing would mean a gore-ish waste of time for ME
oh me oh my all you need is to kiss me to escape the confounds of the lords mind, yet you are still here!
i won’t kiss you damnit! frogs aren’t meant to be kissed
i am a toad!! not a frog, oh stink tail , toad!!
i say with a bitter sludge to my tone
i guess i won’t be going anywhere for a long long while…