Originally Posted by
theundeadhero
I like frogs. I like the color green. I'm going to pretend for the sake of this ciddie that it was a green frog and that I'm very upset about it getting run over. Now, I imagine if you were driving a car you would be too busy listening to the radio, eating cheese puffs, and kissing your significant other to notice that you squished my happy little friend. Let's say the winner ran over the frog in a wagon. There you were rolling in a wagon down a steep hill at high speeds. Your giggy laughter fills the air and then you're suddenly overcome with fear as halfway down the hill you realize that YOU HAVE NO BRAKES! You swerve left to avoid that lamp post. You fly through a yard tearing up Old Man Whither's flower garden. You swerve right as you try to run over the mailman. Then, there in front of you is the frog. You see it but can't do anything about it. The world goes to slow motion as my little friend gets closer and closer, frozen in it's place. Then, *squish!*. YOU JUST RAN OVER MY ONLY FRIEND! The wagon tilts sideways and out you go, flying through the air and eventually crashing into a house. Your eyes fill with tears and out they flow. Not because you're hurt, but because you just ran over a frog. Why? Why did it have to happen? If only you hadn't tried to hit the mailman. If only you had sacrificed yourself instead of the frog. It's all over for my frog but your misery is just beginning.
Master of the Fork
Cid's Knight
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