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Eyes of a Frog Prince Ch. 6About two hours later....
"THIS is Seaside Town, the shop community?" Toadstool asked in shocked as she looked around. Not that Mallow could blame her.
Everything was dreary, and the strangest Toads they had ever seen were walking around. The few Toads they dared talked to seemed to know that they were collecting stars and that they only had three more to go.
Finally, they decided to see the village Elder about this, and had just been ushered inside by the Elder.
"Yes THIS is Seaside Town and it took you long enough to get here! I know when people are coming and going and you guys took your dear sweet time in getting here!"
"We were just enjoying the morning, what'd you want us to do, run from Star Hill?" Mario asked him, clearly annoyed by how rude the Elder was acting.
"As a matter of fact YES. You see, I got to my wonderful position in life by...pleasing my superiors, which I
Eyes of a Frog Prince Ch. 5Early the next morning, shortly after sunrise....
"Thank you, and goodbye!" the trio told the Innkeeper of the Moleville Inn early the next morning. The night had been uneventful, save for the countless experiments to see if Mallow could read their minds.
Which he did, sucessfully. They had joked with him about him being a psychopath for doing it, so he couldn't help but call his new teqnique Psychopath, just as he called his healing rain, well, Healing Rain.
"Its a lovely morning this morning," Geno couldn't help but comment on.
"Indeed, the kind of morning Toadstool would like...," Mario replied sadly.
"I wouldn't worry, I'm sure she's safe, where ever she is...," Mallow did his best to reassure him.
"Hey, look over there!" Geno said as he pointed to a Snifit Trio chasing a beetle with a butterfly net.
"Come back Mr. Beetle! Don't you want to come to Boosters
Eyes of a Frog Prince Ch. 4Over an hour or so later....
"I can't belive we lost him!" Mallow moaned angrily once again as they left the forest. Although they chased the arrow for a long time, he managed to lose them and now they were leaving the Forest Maze feeling defeated.
"Well, even cutting directly through Bowser's Land, he'll take a while to reach his Keep," Mario pointed out. Geno nodded in agreement.
"He's right, we have enough time to get supplies in Rose Town and begin the search for a new Star Piece before Smithy understands them fully."
"I guess you got some points there...," Mallow said in defeat. "But we got to hurry to make sure none fall into the wrong hands!"
Soon, they arrived back to a more happier, cheerful Rose Town: one where the citizens weren't statues! Now THIS is the Rose Town I know!! Mallow thought with a grin.
Entering the Rose Town shop, the two young shopkeepers smiled at the
Eyes of a Frog Prince Ch. 3Soon....
"OK! Thats one Cricket Pie for Grandpa! He's going to be so excited...." Mallow said to himself as he walked out of the shop in the main town in Mushroom Kingdom clutching a package. Mario, seing his friend was done with his errand, walked up to him.
"Ready to go?" he asked. Mallow nodded.
"Yeah. Did you manage to find all the items owners?" Mallow asked, reffering to the stolen goods. Mario smiled.
"Indeed I did. Some of them were so glad to get their things back, they paid me, though I told them not too...."
"Really?! What did you get in total?!" Mallow asked as they began to walk out of town. Mario thought for a moment.
"I'd say 30 coins, give or take a few." Mallow whistled in shock.
"Now THOSE are some happy Toads!" Mario just laughed at his friends shock.
"Hold on," Mallow said, stopping a few minutes out of town. "If we go off B
Eyes of a Frog Prince Ch. 2About ten years later....
A young frog stared at the clouds about him. This frog was different then what most people would imagine a frog to look like. His skin was pale, pale yellow and not moist and "slimy", but puffy and soft. His dark brown eyes reflected the sky above him. His hands, currenly behind his head supporting it, were not flat and webbed, but large, with several large, puffy fingers. He donned poofy pale blue and yellow pants, with a belt too. His feet, also puffy, were currently in large, pink shoes. He had a strange, pink curl for hair, which rested on his forhead above his eyes.
Mallow the frog sighed. It was a beautiful late spring morning. A soft breeze weaved through the ever wispearing trees around the small lake. Birds flew through the air, singing beautiful songs. Even the clouds far above seemed happy. For all Mushroom Kingdom children, school was out at last, and they now had summer vacation. He should be happy, sleeping in,
may as well buy another packcollapse, and breathe into the carpet:
sunday mornings are not
for falling apart, but damn
the amphorics, this
is not an atmosphere.
you fell in love like you always
wish you didn't, made all their
smiles replaceable, interchangeable,
fell asleep with shadows and kept
drinking, just letting yourself sleep
with blue pills
and tried not to scream.
(keep this image in your head:
fire and nectarines, a sudden jerk
of realization, inspiration
breaking your neck and leaving you forever
breaking bones is not so different
from breaking hearts - it's all about
the leverage, the angle, the mode
(and at least it wasn't personal;
it can color in your own guilt
for starting lines and never ending
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