Twenty-four – Bad Frog
Warren grinned as Willow desperately tried to shake the frog from her hand.
"GETOFFGETOFFGETOFFGETOFF!"
"Ribbit." went the frog. Not budging.
"AHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!" Willow shook her hand faster until it became a blur.
"RibbitRibbitRibbitRibbitRibbit." warbled the frog, its croaks vibrating with the force its jiggling body.
"Dit's nod use, Dosendurg." Warren smirked. "Dit's stuck with Stuper Glue."
Willow went pale.
The frog blinked at her.
Willow started to hyperventilate.
Warren hoped at this rate, she'd keel over with a heart attack.
Suddenly lightning struck the frog, turning it to ash.
"BAD FROG!" Tara roared, her pointing finger still smoking.
"…duck…" muttered Warren.