@sixfingersixtails
@multiversal-excursions
Morpho, in drone form, and Beta, in caterpillar form, stood just down the dirt road from the greatly expanded Mystery Shack Sixer and his alternates, family and friends called home, just over the edge of the unicorn magic radius. Beta had been the one to show the way. Truthfully, Morpho didnât even know anymore if the unicorn spell was as potent against them as it used to be, but they could still feel it and respected the line.Â
Each of them held a covered bucket.
âWhy are we standing all the way over here?â
For Stanleyâs sake.
âYou mean Crescent?â
Him and the other ones.
âWill they know it was us?â
Iâm certain of it. This is just the kind of thing Ford Pineses are all about-- a brand new species!
The two of them upended their buckets, releasing a swarm of hundreds of young mutant frogs. They stopped, as if to take in their new environment, and then they made an immediate, single-minded beeline for every weak point in the house. Every loose board and shingle, every cracked open window, every air vent, soon had frogs trying to wriggle in, because if there was one thing they knew it was that House meant People, People meant Food, and More House meant More People meant More Food.
And you couldnât ask for better forest habitat for the little ones, Morpho added, fondly. Right, letâs skedaddle before they see us.
