Tuesday, September 13, 2011
Thousand: Five Hundred
little predator people always cast a gimlet eye upon. When Velma got to her room she hid the frog in her jewelry case, and fetched a big iron pot from the kitchen. “This will be your pond,” she told the frog, plunking him into it, “until such time as it will be most appropriate to return you to your natural form.” Then, saying nothing about it to the frog, the princess turned the electric hot plate on low, the electric hot plate on which she had settled the iron pot. “Nice froggy,” said the girl. Rather discombobulated by the manner
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