Raining Frogs Option B: Fight with Frogs
In a world where it rains frogs, maybe amphibians will make good ammunition against bank robbers. Let’s find out =)
Raining Frogs Option B. Fight with Frogs
You worked for years to earn enough for your little parcel of land and now this two-bit robber wants your hard earned payment. 
No way are you okay with that.
As he approaches, you back up in a non-threatening gesture.
That close to you, you see he really is short, and you’re not a towering individual. The bulkiness of his clothing also covers very broad shoulders and what looks like the bulges of bovine ears under his hood. Those bulges move warily.
He’s definitely not human.
Around his feet hop a couple of the frogs. They seem to be trying to hop into the gap of his pant leg but he’s moving too much and they keep missing the narrow target.
His hand comes down on the counter to sweep the coins into his sack.
You stoop down, grasp a squishy frog and pitch it into the robber’s face.
He screeches and drops the potato sack full of money. It hits the floor with a crash and glittering coins scatter across the floor in all directions.
The robber stumbles and his hood falls back.
He’s ugly. Truly misshapen with a bald head covered in blotchy colors, big, rubbery ears and warts everywhere.
The teller behind you gives a horrified gasp.
Where the frog smacked the robber’s skin, steam rises and bubbles blister his flesh. He wipes at the slime frantically, trying to clean himself with his sleeve, but his movements are shaky and he gets slime onto his hands as well. Immediately the skin there blisters and lets up steam. There’s a hissing like an egg dropped on a hot skillet.
Useful.
You grab another frog and pitch it into his face, driving him backward. Two of his companions move up beside him and you start pitching frogs faster.
But there are four robbers and only one of you. By the time you have a chance to look around for the last man/ghoul/whatever thing, it’s too late.
He lands on your shoulders like two tons of brick and you hit the floor with an ugh!
Although he’s small, he weighs enough to equal a horse.
“More for the offering,” he says in glee. The others chortle in hissing, high-pitched delight.
While his companions gather up the fallen coins, he ties your hands behind you and throws an extra potato sack over your head. It smells musty. Maybe the potatoes that used to hold it turned moldy.
Offering? You wonder as he forces you to your feet.
He pushes you forward and a moment later you’re outside getting hit by splatting frogs. Deluge is right.
Your captures grumble.
Do you…
Bb. Stay Quite for Now?
or
Bc. Make Their Lives Difficult?
Now that’s just not fair! Four on one and the bank tellers didn’t give you a hand. But now you’re out in the froggy rain with what appear to be ghouls! What’s it to be?
Blessings and see you Tuesday,
Jennifer
