He remembered staring down at the unconscious female in puzzlement. Her faint words of him bleeding had momentarily distracted him. When he looked up, she was collapsing on top of the Goliath Amphibian. He had watched, frozen, as the small, greenish male finally crawled out from under her and stood up, staring at him in disgust.
“Well, are you going to kill us or are you going to help me get her up? She’ll be out for at least a good twenty minutes,” Froget had growled at him. “This is the last bloody thing I need right now.”
“Is Skeeter sick?” Violet asked, looking back and forth from Frog to Krac with tears in her eyes. “We were just playing, Uncle Krac. It was her turn to be the monster.”
“She’s not sick,” Froget grunted as he yanked on the bottom half of the costume. “She can’t stand
