October 2011
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Love.
He’d made quite a large mistake.
The crow had fallen head-over-heels for a frog. He wasn’t quite sure how. He was quite aware of the biological obstacles that prevented them from ever being together but when he thought of her, her dark smooth skin that glistened with mucus, his heart melted. So he sat in a bush and did his best bullfrog noises. Cree, cree, he croaked. She never seemed...
