Summary
- Posts:
- 1854 (1.500 per day)
- Custom Title:
- N/A (Nonexistent Amphibian)
- Personal Text:
- I don't exist yet. But I might one day. We'll see.
- Gender:
- Female
- Age:
- 20
- Location:
- The Casing
- Date Registered:
- January 10, 2019, 06:04:21 am
- Local Time:
- March 19, 2019, 05:34:19 pm
- Last Active:
- Today at 04:26:06 am
Signature:
O, the Frog fell down to Tehran.To fix the broken hourglass in the sun.
From the gates, to the city, to the market so pretty,
They'd not leave until they were done.
Said the Goddess to the Frog,
"You'd best be moving along."
So sayeth the water, the words of Anahita,
But the Frog just made themselves a bog.
And lo, they said:
"May I have your shoes, miss?
O great Water Goddess,
I've a journey that I need to start."
She responded from her knowing, wise heart.
With this, said the Goddess,
"Go now, take these shoes with."
And covered their webbed feet with glee.
"You'll do good not to disappoint me."
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