I was a grey-skinned frog, and ever since I had a sense of self, I never fit in with the surrounding green-skinned frogs, always eating the least amount of flies and constantly hungry.
Life as a frog was a grey bleakness.
Likewise, after I stole the bugs from those foolish green-skinned frogs, I was expelled from the group.
I wandered around, growing stronger, but the life of a frog was so lonely.
Until one day, I encountered some strange two-legged beasts, but they were surrounded by some gigantic monsters… Although there were more two-legged beasts, they said they were surrounded.
Those massive monsters had snatched food from me twenty-eight times during my wandering times, forcing me to move seven times.
With one kick, I brought the mountain crumbling down, burying the monsters under rocks and Earth.
I croaked a few times, then saw those two-legged beasts lying prostrate on the ground.
Could it be that two-legged beasts preferred to lie down? Not fond of squatting?
