WHEN FROGGIES GO A- by Greg Lammers
The frogs pounded on the barred doors and shudders. They screamed their croaky screams to be let in. She could hear them thumping against the sides of the house.
She’d have to go to her Dad soon to make it stop. He’d be upset. He would tell her again that he couldn’t keep doing this. He was growing tired, he wasn’t getting enough recuperation time. They’d retreated to this isolated house at the end of a dirt road but sooner or later someone was bound to notice the nearly nightly fires centered around the place, even if those fires only lasted a few seconds.
She’d tell him again that she couldn’t help it. He’d grumble but he knew she was telling him the truth, and he understood her. When he was young his father had moved them from one remote spot to another after repeated fires.
She sat and sobbed. She begged the frogs to go away but they didn’t listen. Once a girl summons lonely dark animal spirits they want nothing more than to be with her. Hordes of Hell-frogs were near impossible to banish but could be dissuaded for a while by ethereal fire. She was lucky to have a fire-wielder for a father – even a tired, grumpy one.