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The Frog of Ultimate Doom sat despondently atop a wilting lily pad, it's great green shoulders slumped in abject despair.
"I should never have come here," it said.
Weatherman Wally, who was at heart a kind and compassionate man, felt bad for the frog but could not bring himself to disagree.
"It's all gone wrong," said the frog. "I was going to come here, mess with you all a little, ruin a couple of festivals, and then leave."
"The weather doesn't work like that here," Wally explained, as gently as he could. "There are literal gods here."
The frog sighed.
Ongoing Verse: Weather
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Ongoing Verse: The Powers That Be
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Eerie, Indiana/Gortimer Gibbon's Life on Normal Street
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"I should never have come here," it said.
Weatherman Wally, who was at heart a kind and compassionate man, felt bad for the frog but could not bring himself to disagree.
"It's all gone wrong," said the frog. "I was going to come here, mess with you all a little, ruin a couple of festivals, and then leave."
"The weather doesn't work like that here," Wally explained, as gently as he could. "There are literal gods here."
The frog sighed.
Ongoing Verse: Weather
( Read more... )
Ongoing Verse: The Powers That Be
( Read more... )
Eerie, Indiana/Gortimer Gibbon's Life on Normal Street
( Read more... )