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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,
Eyes of a Frog Prince Ch. 1 Nimbus Land.... a beautiful country in the sky. Although it was technically a cloud (or more correctly a series of clouds), it was thick, and you wouldn't fall through. A series of small vines and tiny clouds led up to a cloud below the main one. A tiny path to the right led to the hot springs (for the royal family only, and anyone with their permission, due to the fact if it was over crowded someone could fall into the Volcano below). A spring board lead to the main cloud, where there was a village. Houses made out of vines and cloud seemed drafty and plain at first, but the inside was cozy and was elaboratly decorated, for the Nimbians were proud of their heritidge. The center of this village was a sort of gathering spot. If the royal family had an important announcement, a messenger would come, and the Nimbians would assemble and hear the news. And a little ways away from the gathering spot....
Was the royal palace. Inside and out it was elaborate
Teenage TaoismGiving birth is the closest I’d ever felt to dying.
Before that, my near death experiences had consisted only of my silent announcement of pregnancy—silent, being that my social media accounts were all deleted almost simultaneously and I never returned to school in the fall, saying without really saying that I had caught the malicious disease of “teenage pregnancy”. I’m sure the whisper spread in the hallways like the Bubonic Plague. That September, sitting at home on what would have been the first day of my senior year, I imagined friends I’d never talk to again saying “she was only seventeen, and so full of life!” at my absence in the cafeteria tables, as if they were attending my funeral instead of talking about me behind my back.
"Full of life," I had snorted then, folding a never ending stream of what had once been my own baby clothes. "Literally."
I walked around like a zombie for the months of my pregnancy, deciding t
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