Kate leaves, in a brushing wave of grass, her duster sweeping over the blade tops, moving too fast for him to keep up even if he hadn't been told, sternly, if not unkindly, to keep himself put.
Easier said than done. He hears the words, and intends to obey, but the frog is edgy and unhappy, hopping in startled circles at every brief shadow or tremor in the ground. It's mortifying, being required to hide from birds he'd never have noticed in his natural state, and the minutes drag like years.
Kate's plan -- what is it? Could it possibly work? If not -- well, such things have historically worn off, in the past.
Haven't they?
A large shadow falls over him, and the frog freezes, trembling, until grass is bent by familiar skirts and Kate's boots, and he hops closer, towards Marian, who has never let him down, who will surely know what to do.
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Easier said than done. He hears the words, and intends to obey, but the frog is edgy and unhappy, hopping in startled circles at every brief shadow or tremor in the ground. It's mortifying, being required to hide from birds he'd never have noticed in his natural state, and the minutes drag like years.
Kate's plan -- what is it? Could it possibly work? If not -- well, such things have historically worn off, in the past.
Haven't they?
A large shadow falls over him, and the frog freezes, trembling, until grass is bent by familiar skirts and Kate's boots, and he hops closer, towards Marian, who has never let him down, who will surely know what to do.
"Ribbit."