He waits, but this body isn't meant for waiting, and it's impatient at best, until she opens her mouth again and those words drop out, and he can't help himself, springs forward.
He's a frog, Kate. Why is he a frog, Kate? What notion, what kind of a notion is it, he will honestly try anything to cease this wretched enchantment. In his agitation, he comes springing back towards her, limbs askew and eyes bugged and desperate.
Make it stop, Kate. He'll try anything, anything at all.
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He waits, but this body isn't meant for waiting, and it's impatient at best, until she opens her mouth again and those words drop out, and he can't help himself, springs forward.
He's a frog, Kate. Why is he a frog, Kate? What notion, what kind of a notion is it, he will honestly try anything to cease this wretched enchantment. In his agitation, he comes springing back towards her, limbs askew and eyes bugged and desperate.
Make it stop, Kate. He'll try anything, anything at all.