I remember that when I read the tf stories the thing I liked the most was about the tongue. That's what I wanted to do, use.my frog tongue to catch some delicious flies. I took a swim and reached the other margin where I landed from a jump with glee in my eyes. I was sure I was all alone and that gave me self confidence. So I kept hopping around the grass and mud until I saw the dream of a frog : a grey rock near the margin. An island just for.me, perfect for my bugs hunting. I swam til there and hopped on top. I acquired that perfect frog position, now I had to play the waiting game. Any minute now a fly would appear and I would zap my tongue.
"I should practice, though" I thought.
Sitting there a fixed a point in the horizon, prepared and opened my mouth. My tongue stretched longer than my body and snaked the air. When it came back to my mouth I felt so powerful! Just like a frog I had snapped my tongue.
I eagerly waited for a fly. I heard other frogs creaking in the distance too. I could say they were friendly because of the vibe their voices left in me but I didn't try to communicate back. I was too busy looking for a snack. It passed longer than I wished. I leapt off the stone and hopped along the margin. Ironically it took me seven leaps to find something. A black little ant was roaming alone, near a fallen blueberry, she hadn't noticed me. I was a bit far but I was going to try still.
I opened my mouth, aimed and zapped...
I got it! I felt its exoskeleton with a sour sweet taste favouring my tongue. When I brought it my mouth it stretched. The ant was as big as a small bread. I pressed my jaw.and the ant exploded...Amazing! It was like eating candy, hard on the outside but sweet inside.
I just wanted to thank whoever wanted revenge on me.