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The well was conveniently located in the center of the village square, so that the whole town could form an audience around it to watch. “The monster is down there, milords” the village elder, who had positioned himself as spokesman, said, “every day we hear this terrible ribbiting. Just awful. Like hell itself spat out this frog because he was too terrible for it, your worship.”The well was conveniently located in the center of the village square, so that the whole town could form an audience around it to watch. “The monster is down there, milords” the village elder, who had positioned himself as spokesman, said, “every day we hear this terrible ribbiting. Just awful. Like hell itself spat out this frog because he was too terrible for it, your worship.” Your worship? I’m a holy man now? Geeze, geezer – easy on the honorifics. Talk about setting someone up to fail. Is this guy in on the joke or something? “Be not afraid, honored elder. You remember my battle with the Seven Toads of Nope?” “But of course!” “This will be over even sooner.” Yikes! Talk about setting yourself up to fail now, Jangles. You idiot! The clown couldn’t help it, though; the swell of a crowd naturally swept him up and immersed him into the role they wanted him to play. He was, first and foremost, an entertainer. He just hoped he’d be able to give the crowd what they wanted today, or he definitely wouldn’t.
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