I look up at this tall orge in absolute aw, I almost faint at just looking at him. He'd look down and ask me "What are you doing in my swamp!" In a hot, Scottish accent. As he shouted those words my heart skipped a beat and I fell to the ground unconscious. I awoke almost hours later to a warm fire and a frog cooking on a stove, I take a minute to look around myself, memorising my surroundings as I try remember what exactly happened. I sit up in the chair I've been weirdly placed on as I remember what exactly happened, I glance quickly but can't seem to find the warm, loving orge at all. I turn towards the kitchen hearing pans clank. I get up and stumble towards the kitchen as I try get a glance at the man I love dearly.
