Many frogs have lived at a peaceful pond their whole lives, but there's no ignoring the odd, tall creatures that often come to the pond. They walk on two strange legs, and their unwebbed feet are covered with strange things, like armor, and so is most of the rest of their body except their arms and face. They capture frogs every time they come and put them in strange box-like things, then take them away, and noone ever sees those frogs again. Noone knows why these creatures on two legs do this, or where the other frogs go, but everyone is curious. We're a group of young frogs, and we're very committed to uncovering the Dry Ones odd plans, whatever they may be.
Group of Young Frogs: Puddle-A green female common frog who is very kind, curious, and happy. [Neva] Frogger-A green male common frog who is kind, but always gets himself into trouble, and likes to eat. [Simba]
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OCC: Ok, let's start, and there's still 3 spots, though ;) IC: Puddle opened her eyes and yawned. She turned to one of her friends, Frogger. "I bet the Dry Ones will be coming soon," she said to him, "It's been a while since they came."
"Great!" Puddle said. Suddenly frogs began jumping into the bushes, and Puddle looked up to see Dry Ones. She turned around and saw a bush. "Let's hide in there!" She said.
Puddle laughed, too. Now they were some of the only frogs left. The Dry Ones grabbed them and put them in a box-like thing together. It had holes so they could see out clearly.
Puddle smiled too. Finally the car stopped, and the Dry Ones picked up their boxes and took them into a building. There was a strnage smell, and many other boxes of frogs.
"I wonder where we are?" she said. The Dry Ones put them down on a tall table near a door, and then put things over its front legs. Then another Dry One came out of the door, and he was carrying some frogs. But the frogs smelled funny, and they weren't moving. Puddle gasped when she realized that they were dead. "Frogger," she whispered, "we have to get out of here!"
"I don't know," Puddle replied. She saw the car. It had left tracks in the mud, since te day before it had rained. "Let's follow those tracks!" she suggested