
In his dream, he saw a bullfrog, bigger than anything imaginable. Big as a tree, bigger than the sky, bigger than the vast open plains of his kind’s distant memory. He watched as the frog’s throat trembled and swelled, bulging grotesquely until he though it would burst. Would the frog explode, sending pieces of slimy skin skyward?
No! From within that bulging throat burst a bubble of sound, a noise that echoed and reverberated in his very bones. A great croak ripped forth, belching hotly from the creature’s mouth.
RIBBIT!