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Late Night Social Croaks

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“Marty, remember that you are just going to check on the pond…nothing more!” he told himself out loud; he feared that giving on his froggish calls would quick the transformation.

He leapt on the road. He hoped that no one crossed his path. During the night things were much calmer however. Marty leapt for 10 minutes. The sound of water and amphibians was becoming louder and clearer. At last, by the road, there was a little waterfall that fed a stream. He cautiously stepped on it not wanting to scare the frogs, but now frog leapt away. The water covered him by his knees when he squatted like a frog.

Marty stood there for some minutes. After a while he swore he could talk to his fellow amphibians around him, he could understand their emotions and thinking. He the hunch they were complaining about the road during the day, about how noisy it would be.

“Man, this life is less stressing, that’s for sure! “

Once again his instincts kicked in when he heard a buzzing fly. “Not again he thought!”. This time eh closed his mouth really tight. The other frogs jumped around, flickering their tongues and catching the flies. Marty heard them saying how good it was, how tasty they were. He remembered the eggs Benedict and the rice and felt sick to his stomach. Suddenly he flickered his tongue and caught a fly. He munched it and swallowed. He did it again, and again and again. They were delicious, like popcorns. His eysight were adapted to the dark - the full moon helped him see the passing by bugs better. He striked a draginfly it had a spicy taste he very much enjoyed. Then a water bug which was a bitter-sweet surprise. The worms on the loomy soil were sweet and by far his favourites...

“Dang it!” he finally said, remembering his human side. “Well, this was tasty I must admit, but I gotta go, dudes!” he said. As an answer he got a chorus of croaks and ribbits. He jumped again on the way and hopped back to the Hotel.

Marty knew he had to find the old woman, but first the trail, before that he needed a map, and before the map he needed a shop to buy it…or steall it.


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