Animal Crossing Froggy Novels & Stories

Ivy leaned forward, close to the blanket, her voice dropping to something just above a whisper. "There's this trail behind Nix's house," she said. "It goes all the way up to where you can see three territories at once. Dad showed me. I'm going to take you up there when you're big enough." She paused, thinking. "And there's a creek. It's cold but there are frogs in it in the summer. Really good ones." Another pause. "I'll teach you how to catch them. You have to be really still and then fast. It's harder than it sounds."

Asked Cory excitedly, knowing the tiger would understand. Blaython sped up. They came to a clearing where the full moon cast silver light on a small pond. Cory looked into the water. There were minnows swimming through the reeds. A few frogs were resting on lily pads floating across the still water. Cory smiled at the scene. There was a rustling sound behind her. The frogs all abandoned their lily pads and even the minnows hid underneath the reeds.

Even Maya seems to be more chill when Andy’s around. Andy also gets along with my boy Deago. They both love being outdoors. Deago showed Andy where the best tadpoles are and Andy showed him how to make friends with squirrels. Clash can’t even fathom being friends with animals he considers food, but he’s happy they spend time outside.

Kade and I held our breath. Then, she grinned and held up her hands, showing off the frog she’d caught. Kade’s laugh rumbled against my chest as the frog hopped out of her hands, on top of her head, and back into the fountain with a splash. I laughed, too.

"What if that frog wasn't actually dead when I ate it? What if it's just... hopping around in there?" She pressed her hands against her stomach, imagination running wild. "Hey, Mr. Frog," she said, hysteria creeping into her voice, "if you're in there, could you maybe... stop?" A giggle escaped her lips. "I promise this isn't a lily pad!" ‘Losing it. I'm definitely losing it.’ The dragon tilted its head, regarding her with what could only be described as bemusement. "Don't look at me like that," Cathy said, still giggling. "You try being lost in the woods with a possibly living frog in your stomach. See how well you handle it." ‘Crazy. This is crazy talk.’

When I finally heard him, my blood ran cold. “Come here foxy fox. Come here, foxy fox. I wanna play some more.” Did my green eyes really give me away as the Fox, or was it a coincidence, because he seemed to like to give nicknames to the people he harassed? I sat in that tree for what seemed like forever. Besides my heartbeat, I heard nothing and saw nothing of Ezra.

Zoe announced, interrupting our disagreement. "Coming, Mama.” We walked a little way until we reached the river's entrance. I watched as Zoe and her friends plopped in their tubes and laughed as English was dropped in his tube that she tied to hers. At first, he seemed a little anxious and was trying to climb into her tube, but he settled down once she gave him a beef jerky stick. Zoe greedily tore into one herself and washed it down with wine from her rum runner. "Daddy, you might want to hop in, or you'll get left behind," she called out, kicking herself away from the bank.

The green plastic frog falls to the bottom of the pool and I bite the inside of my cheek. "Okay, you've got one frog left. If you make it, you'll win a small prize." Scott leans over my side to help line up my shot. "Try to make it this time." I laugh and pass the frog back and forth between my hands pretending to weigh it, like that will help me. "You're so helpful." The truth is I do need pointers. Not only did I lose four rounds of skee ball, but I'm on my third attempt on the frog toss and haven't hit a lily pad yet.

“Oh, I missed you so much! How was your day?” As predicted, my young pups pick up on my distress immediately, each child trying their best to soothe my overwrought nerves. Parker climbs into my lap and begins singing a silly song he made up with his teacher today, spouting lyrics about a “frog on a log in a bog, who went for a jog but got lost in the smog and then met a hog - who was completely agog.”