Frog focused on the house for a few seconds. He walked to the front door at a snail's pace. He touched the door and hesitated.
Frog remembered the enraged Sewer King trembling. After opening the door, he ran into the house. He began to shut the door. His eyes settled on everything in the living room.
There were many books on a shelf. A large chair was near a corner. A table was in the middle of the living room.
Frog searched for any jewels, but zero luck. Frowning, he turned to stairs and went up them. He saw a chamber and walked into it. His eyes widened another time after he viewed a woman resting in a man's arms under a blanket. His shoulders slumped. He hesitated another time.
Frog glanced at his arm and remembered bruises on it. After wincing another time, he approached a table. He saw a framed photo on it. Curious, he tilted his head to one side. Frog's eyes widened again. A sudden smile formed.
One pretty for the Sewer King.
Frog looked back. His eyes settled on the resting spouses. His frown came back at a snail's pace. Frog began to hesitate another time. One pretty for the Sewer King. Zero new bruises if the Sewer King smiled.
Frog's frown remained as he took the photo. He ran out of the chamber and never looked back. He approached the door and opened it. After shutting the door, he ran to a sewer. Frog moved the lid to one side. He found himself in the sewer and ran again.
Frog paused near the Sewer King. His eyes were wide again as the latter sat on a throne. He focused on the Sewer King's scowl and clothes. The Sewer King's half-shades with his suit. His long hair. His cape.
''Pretties for your king?''
