She picked it up carefully. She had to – frogs are slippery.
Arthritic fingers held the quivering amphibian while cold eyes studied it. “No, not you”, she muttered unpleasantly, and dropped it back into the swamp water. Clearly annoyed, she wondered where he was hiding this time.
She wasn’t evil, just an efficient problem-solver. Mosquitoes that bite? People who annoy? Both solved by turning annoying people into mosquito-eating frogs! Her husband, for instance...But she needed him to fix the leaky roof. So she needed to change him back. Again. Reluctantly.
She spied another frog. She picked it up carefully.
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