One Hundred Eighty-Four

When the decision is reached, heads bow and children whimper. “This is the end times, my friends,” the old man proclaims, “the end of days as prophesied in the Bible.”

Granger, the multi-lingual bullfrog, watches it play out with a grin on his ugly gullet. “Doesn’t that geezer know I wrote the book, that instructive book of moral fiction, that tome of morality designed to quash bad tempers and calm tantrums? Hmmm. I guess not.”


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"Love not what you are but what you may become."― Miguel de Cervantes
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2 Responses to One Hundred Eighty-Four

  1. I suspect the frogs my brothers used to gig down around Brownsville were rana catesbeiana. I learned to eat frog legs when I was just five years old!

  2. jserolf says:

    The old bull frog would know. “Rana catesbeiana.” We even harvest them as food here in the states!

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