How to Avoid Death on a Daily Basis
My ball drifted over to him.
“This power is not yours,” he squeaked. “It belongs to the frogmen of the marshes — transgressors will be punished.”
I felt bad about the Mouse King, and even more so about the pregnant female (killed by Maurice, just saying), but it was difficult to stay mad at myself when there were so many other deserving candidates.
“Then how come you can use it? Are you a frog?”
He pulled back his hood and revealed he wasn’t, as I had assumed, a rat. But he wasn’t a frog either. He did look a bit amphibious, though. A newt?