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Frogs~
(This is an original character I know it sucks this is more for me than for viewers)

Mud n' croakin'.
That's the first thing I remember. My earlya' years were spend alone in the Louisiana wet lands, n' while I sure as hell didn't know that it were called then, that was my home.
It was just me, the swamp, n' the frogs.
Sure, there was birds and fishes and the sort, but the frogs are my main memory. Dey croaked all night long, n' that was my lullaby.
Y'all might be wonderin' why a child like myself would have lived in a swamp.
Well, I'm a 'gator boy.

Actually, I'm not. The scientists say. I'm more closely resemblin' those traits of a fish- I got scales, fins, gills n' one hell of a tail- but Ma, Pa, and the chillen- sorry, children, called me the gator boy. Dey were the ones that taught me how to speak n' read.
Not the best teachers, dey were swamp folk themselves, a family of six in a small hut right in the middle of the swamps, n' as you can guess they didn't have the best cling on the grammar n' such.
Dem weren't the best family I could have had,
But dey were somethin', which was more than I had had for the 5 years before I found them.
Heh.
I's funny if you think about it.

You see, when I had a simple life with the folks, I was like a wild pet that came everynow an' then that dey decided to teach English (I apparently growled and snapped before I could talk) n' throw a pair of swimmin' trunks n' some food at the beast, god bless his poor damned soul.

But now,
Ever since the scientist came and took me away,
Even though dey promised a better life, to become a human, a man of civilization,
I still feel like a pet.

Only now, I'm not allowed to go swimming in a lake. I got a fancy pool, all white tiles with a cold bottom, too much chlorine, and the sound of filters runnin' everywhere.
No more mud, no more algae smell, and no more frogs.
Dem say dey taught me proper English, that dey have given me a real home, real clothes, a purpose. That by all this testin' I was helpin' people. That dey had "saved" me.
If that's so,
I don't want no savin'.

It smells funny here. Dey talk too fast with a weird accent. I hav'ta where uniforms with shirts and pants and a tie. My hair is to be brushed everyday, along with my teeth. I havta go to sleep at nine o' clock exact, and wake up at seven each mornin'. I havta speak right.

I miss the swamp,
I miss my family,
I miss the mud,
I miss the smell of the green,
And I miss the frogs.

Description
Frogs~
(This is an original character I know it sucks this is more for me than for viewers)

Mud n' croakin'.
That's the first thing I remember. My earlya' years were spend alone in the Louisiana wet lands, n' while I sure as hell didn't know that it were called then, that was my home.
It was just me, the swamp, n' the frogs.
Sure, there was birds and fishes and the sort, but the frogs are my main memory. Dey croaked all night long, n' that was my lullaby.
Y'all might be wonderin' why a child like myself would have lived in a swamp.
Well, I'm a 'gator boy.

Actually, I'm not. The scientists say. I'm more closely resemblin' those traits of a fish- I got scales, fins, gills n' one hell of a tail- but Ma, Pa, and the chillen- sorry, children, called me the gator boy. Dey were the ones that taught me how to speak n' read.
Not the best teachers, dey were swamp folk themselves, a family of six in a small hut right in the middle of the swamps, n' as you can guess they didn't have the best cling on the grammar n' such.
Dem weren't the best family I could have had,
But dey were somethin', which was more than I had had for the 5 years before I found them.
Heh.
I's funny if you think about it.

You see, when I had a simple life with the folks, I was like a wild pet that came everynow an' then that dey decided to teach English (I apparently growled and snapped before I could talk) n' throw a pair of swimmin' trunks n' some food at the beast, god bless his poor damned soul.

But now,
Ever since the scientist came and took me away,
Even though dey promised a better life, to become a human, a man of civilization,
I still feel like a pet.

Only now, I'm not allowed to go swimming in a lake. I got a fancy pool, all white tiles with a cold bottom, too much chlorine, and the sound of filters runnin' everywhere.
No more mud, no more algae smell, and no more frogs.
Dem say dey taught me proper English, that dey have given me a real home, real clothes, a purpose. That by all this testin' I was helpin' people. That dey had "saved" me.
If that's so,
I don't want no savin'.

It smells funny here. Dey talk too fast with a weird accent. I hav'ta where uniforms with shirts and pants and a tie. My hair is to be brushed everyday, along with my teeth. I havta go to sleep at nine o' clock exact, and wake up at seven each mornin'. I havta speak right.

I miss the swamp,
I miss my family,
I miss the mud,
I miss the smell of the green,
And I miss the frogs.