Often in times of darkness, creatures of the night find solace...Frogs for sure stay tight to the banks most dawns, with dusk bringing the promise of a swift meal. The swamp and all its darkness, with no moon to light the hunt, has fallen silent for some strange reason...Those who walk the path of green are also perplexed by the erie din.
A fog has rolled in over the still waters, as has a chill in the air.
Could this be the front that sparks the frogs to action? Or is it the siren that sings a signal to green? Perhaps it is a front with a sirens song laced into it...A call to arms in this vast realm we call GLB.
HMMMMMM, a deep question indeed.
But, always a butt with a frog-
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