NOVEL FROG Sunday Funday Chapter_1
The swamp air hung heavy with humidity, the kind of oppressive heat that made even breathing feel like a chore. Claire lounged in a relatively clean pool of swamp water, her massive form submerged up to her neck. She looked like nothing so much as a particularly scaly submarine, only her head and the armored ridges of her back breaking the surface.
A few yards away, David was engaged in a battle of epic proportions. His nemesis? An itch. And not just any itch, but one of those infuriatingly persistent ones that seemed to shift just out of reach.
"Come on, you little bastard," David growled, rolling onto his back and wriggling furiously in the grass. His wings flapped uselessly, stirring up small clouds of pollen and debris. "I've faced down monsters, madmen, and Overseers. You think you can defeat me?"
Claire watched with barely contained amusement as David contorted himself into increasingly ridiculous positions. His frustrated grunts gave way to high-pitched whines, punctuated by the occasional triumphant "Ha!" when he thought he'd finally vanquished his unseen foe.
"You know," Claire rumbled, her voice thick with suppressed laughter, "I'm pretty sure there are easier ways to scratch an itch."
David paused mid-roll, his fur sticking up in all directions, covered in bits of swamp grass and ferns. He fixed Claire with a look of mock indignation. "Excuse you, this is a time-honored bat technique. Passed down through generations of... itchy... bat... people."
He trailed off, realizing how ridiculous he sounded. Then, with a shrug that sent a small shower of debris flying, he resumed his grass-rolling with renewed vigor.
Just as David was about to declare victory over the persistent itch, something caught his eye. A strange creature was poking its head out of the water, a fair distance from where Claire was lounging. As he turned to get a better look, it disappeared beneath the surface with a tiny 'plop'.
"Hey, Claire," David said, pushing himself up onto his side. "Did you see that?"
"See what?" Claire asked, turning her massive head to follow David's gaze.
"There was this... thing. In the water. It was..." David trailed off as he spotted the creature again, only for it to vanish the instant he focused on it. "Okay, now it's just being a dick."
Determined to catch a glimpse of the elusive beast, David began a series of increasingly cartoonish head-snaps. Each time, he'd look away, then whip his head around with near-superhuman speed. And each time, the creature proved faster, ducking under the water with milliseconds to spare.
"It's right there!" David yelped, pointing frantically. "No, there! Wait, there! How is it doing that?"
Claire watched David's antics with growing bemusement. "Are you sure you didn't hit your head during that little itch-scratching dance of yours?"
David ignored her, his focus entirely on his aquatic nemesis. He tried every trick he could think of. He attempted to use his peripheral vision, straining his eyes so hard he felt like they might pop out of his skull. He even tried setting up elaborate bait-and-switch maneuvers, pretending to investigate an interesting smell, only to snap back at the last second.
Nothing worked. The creature remained a maddening blur, always just out of sight.
"That's it!" David finally screamed, his frustration reaching a boiling point. "You want to play? Let's play!"
With a mighty flap of his wings, David launched himself into the air. He surged over to where he'd last seen the creature, then dive-bombed into the water like an oversized, furry missile.
There was a tremendous splash, followed by a lot of thrashing and spluttering. Claire rolled her eyes, clearly wondering if she should intervene or just enjoy the show.
After a moment, David's head broke the surface. Water ran off his bald face, and soaked into his thick mane, making him look like a drowned rat. But his eyes gleamed with triumph, and in his talons, he held...
"Behold!" David crowed, floating precariously on the surface. "The elusive swamp... thingy!"
The creature in David's grasp was, to put it mildly, bizarre. It had the body of a lizard, the bill of a duck, and enormous, bug-like eyes that seemed to take up half its face. For a moment, it thrashed wildly in David's grip, its webbed feet scrabbling at the water.
David, caught off guard by the sudden struggle, inhaled a generous helping of swamp water up his snout. But he refused to let go, determination etched on his face even as he coughed and spluttered.
"Oh no you don't," he wheezed. "I didn't nearly drown myself just to let you get away now."
After a few more seconds of frantic wriggling, the creature seemed to realize that David wasn't actually trying to eat it. It went still, fixing David with a stare that somehow managed to be both vacant and judgmental at the same time.
"There, see?" David said, his voice nasally from the water in his sinuses. "I'm not so bad, am I?"
The lizard-duck thing blinked its massive eyes, looking about as impressed as a creature with no discernible facial expressions could.
Satisfied with his victory, David released his captive. The creature plopped back into the water without so much as a backwards glance, leaving David to swim back to shore.
Once on dry land, David shook himself vigorously, sending water flying in all directions. His fur puffed out, making him look like an oversized, disgruntled pom-pom.
"Well," he said, trying to maintain some dignity despite his bedraggled appearance, "I think we can chalk that up as a win for Team David."
Claire, who had watched the entire spectacle with growing amusement, was about to respond when something caught her eye. The strange creature had resurfaced, this time near her.
Curious, Claire turned her head to get a better look. In an instant, the creature vanished beneath the water. Claire blinked, then quickly looked away and back again. Once more, she caught only the barest glimpse before it disappeared.
A slow grin spread across Claire's face as she realized what was happening. She turned to David, who was still preening over his 'victory', her jaws wide in amusement.
"Hey, David," she called, her voice trembling with suppressed laughter. "I think your little friend wants a rematch."
David's head snapped up, his eyes widening as he saw Claire beginning the same ridiculous head-turning strategy he'd been attempting earlier. For a moment, he just stared, mouth agape. Then, unable to contain himself any longer, he burst into laughter.
"Oh no," he wheezed between guffaws. "Not you too. Claire, don't fall for its tricks! The beast will drive you mad!"
But Claire was already too far gone, her massive form shaking with silent laughter as she tried in vain to catch a glimpse of the elusive creature. Huge ripples began to form, spreading outward from where she sat as Claire wriggled with delight at the creatures antics.
As David watched his friend fall victim to the same maddening game, he couldn't help but shake his head in amused disbelief. In a world gone mad, where danger lurked around every corner, it was moments like these – silly, pointless, and utterly hilarious – that made it all worthwhile to him.
"Alright, you win," David called out to the unseen creature, throwing his wings up in mock surrender. "You are officially the hide-and-seek champion of the Swamp. May your reign be long and... wet, I guess."
With that, he flopped back onto the grass, content to watch as Claire embarked on her own futile quest to outsmart the swamp's most annoying resident.
Sometimes the best victories are the little ones you can laugh about later.