The Adventures of Frog-Boy

Frog-Boy—not quite frog and not quite boy—sat contemplatively on a lily pad-shaped recliner. He looked toward the window. Past its glass pane, an oncoming storm gathered itself into a great gray fist. His eyes re-focused on the glass of the window. He now regarded the reflection of his own eyes and the mottled skin of his face. Today, he thought to himself, is really, really going to suck.

He pointed the TV remote at the wrong spot three times before it came alive. Then, dropping the remote into his lap, he shifted in his seat until he felt adequately sunk into the couch's plush cushioning.

"I am Frog-Boy," he said, "hear me nap."

At this, he shut the honey-dipped orbs of his eyes and fell asleep.

Determination.

The little worm caught the breeze and decided to himself that today was the day that he would slay a thousand dragons.