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Butch loved frog legs, and as a born and bred swamp boy, he knew just how to hunt for the critters that offered up the delicacy. One night he saw the granddaddy of all frogs, a big, plump bastard that looked like good eating if he ever would judge. But the big fella was slippery and just as Butch would get near, he would hop on his powerful legs just out of reach. Butch raced after his prize, refusing to give up on his next snack, and the frog lured him deeper and deeper into the swamp. Paying no heed, Butch continued to run after him ... until the next thing he knew, he was up to his waist in deep mud ... and sinking fast. As he looked for anything that might help him out of his predicament, he noticed that he wasn't alone. All around him were frogs, hundreds of frogs, watching him with baleful eyes as the mud swallowed him deeper and deeper. Just as he was about to scream for help, he felt something land on the top of his head. It was the granddaddy frog, big and fat, and his weight drove Butch even deeper. ANd one by one, other frogs began to hop on Butch as well, covering him and pushing him deeper and deeper, his screams soon choked by the thick mud flowing into his mouth. He thrashed and gagged on the putrid earth, but the frogs still jumped at him, smacking him in the face with their slimy bodies, landing in his hair, pushing him down, down down until the only thing he saw before the black earth swallowed him whole was the eyes of frogs staring coldly at him.

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Butch loved frog legs, and as a born and bred swamp boy, he knew just how to hunt for the critters that offered up the delicacy. One night he saw the granddaddy of all frogs, a big, plump bastard that looked like good eating if he ever would judge. But the big fella was slippery and just as Butch would get near, he would hop on his powerful legs just out of reach. Butch raced after his prize, refusing to give up on his next snack, and the frog lured him deeper and deeper into the swamp. Paying no heed, Butch continued to run after him ... until the next thing he knew, he was up to his waist in deep mud ... and sinking fast. As he looked for anything that might help him out of his predicament, he noticed that he wasn't alone. All around him were frogs, hundreds of frogs, watching him with baleful eyes as the mud swallowed him deeper and deeper. Just as he was about to scream for help, he felt something land on the top of his head. It was the granddaddy frog, big and fat, and his weight drove Butch even deeper. ANd one by one, other frogs began to hop on Butch as well, covering him and pushing him deeper and deeper, his screams soon choked by the thick mud flowing into his mouth. He thrashed and gagged on the putrid earth, but the frogs still jumped at him, smacking him in the face with their slimy bodies, landing in his hair, pushing him down, down down until the only thing he saw before the black earth swallowed him whole was the eyes of frogs staring coldly at him.