July 2008
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Tempest
Tumult, a stout toad, comfortably lounged on a soft supple lily pad in the center of the calm pond he called home. All around him were his brethren, each sitting on identical mattresses of leisure. Chirping in the offshore grass, succulent crickets taunted the hungry taste buds, and the natatory colony sat patiently awaiting the next unsuspecting meal to wander along. Reflecting the ominous...