The spring night was filled with the sound of frogs as he
made his way from his truck to the house.
Absentmindedly, he identified them in his head. Peepers,
Treefrogs, Leopard frogs, the occasional bullfrog, and…
Odd. He didn’t recognize that one.
It sounded almost like a cough, or a sneeze, but
obviously it was another frog, or some weird insect. They made tons of strange
noises.
The door closed behind him, and he turned off the porch
light.
From the cover of the forest, one sasquatch was looking
at the other one, perturbed.
“Fucking allergies” said the other one.
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