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| Whispering Wind |
The frog. This frog! It's a pet. It's the pet, he said, stressing the word the.
No one believed him, of course. A frog for a pet? That didn't seem plausible.
Ah, but it's a magical frog, it crunches.
Crunches, they asked, rolling their eyes and smirking in disdain.
Numbers.
More eye-rolling ensued.
Yes.
A paper was produced. Numbers were supplied. The frog was summoned.
To everyone's amazement, the frog provided the results and they were correct.
Meanwhile, a pair of eyes was eagerly checking the comings and goings of the frog.
The numbery crunching turned into a crunchy chewing.
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