From 'The Torment II'
Bullfrogs she had seen were more or less green. This one was a deadish olive-brown- at least the parts of it supposed to be green. It was immense. Terrible Terry had found the carcass in the woods, by the pond, where the creature succumbed of some unknown cause, and, recognizing its shock value, picked it up to tease his brother, for whom he had a cordial hatred and who he knew the frog would freak. He knew his brother liked dogs and some cats; and that his affection extended to horses, cows and birds, but nothing lower on the phylogenetic ladder. So the dead bullfrog was perfect to scare him and make him cringe. Catherine was a bright girl and quickly put two and two together. She...
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