Sealy failed to notice the frog until it let out what he could only describe as a cry of pain. His eyes grew wide as he watched a fog swirl around the small critter, its body seeming to spasm and contort. His first thought went to how he might be able to best help the amphibian, but that wish was quickly replaced when he realized the frog was growing in size, its strange form now the size of a rat and increasing.
Quickly he pushed away from the log, scurrying backwards in the grass to put distance between him and the…he wasn’t even sure what to call it. How fast his sorrow was forgotten in the presence of something he failed to understand. The long deep-seated will to survive tried to get him to stand, to race for the safety the cottage provided, but something the likes of which he could
