I came home from vacation.
Walked into my room.
Walked over to my magical frogs of doom.
Gumi, Poland, and Mephaksadae Snykles.
Completely random names.
I looked for my favorite, Snykles.
Where was he?
Where!?
Ohmigahd.
The filter.
It was clogged.
“SNYKLES NO!”
I pulled out the filter. He wasn’t in there, thank God.
I saw something floating in the water.

It was him.
Snykles.
Floating there.

Dead.
He was eaten by the other two frogs. The cannibals.
Ever since then I never loved Gumi and Poland like I did before.
They ate my frog.
My friend.
My pet.