Amphibian: Calamity Journey

Hop Luck

The day started off as normal with most frogs out and about doing their own thing. Jason on the other hand was trying to practice his sword swinging. The Monado zipped through air as he gave a few swipes.

Jason: Azzam, you are truly a natural born swordsman. No wonder this sword just chose you as its wielder.

He swung it behind him not noticing Hop Pop coming out the house. Quickly fucking over his swing, I cut a few strands of his grey hair. Hop Pop held his chest trying to keep his heart from dying on him.

Hop Pop: Boy, watch where you swing that thing! You could've cut my head off and made me die earlier than I'm supposed to!

Jason quickly scrambled to deactivate the Monado and nervously laughed.

Jason: Sorry, HP. I'm just getting some practice in. 

Hop Pop: Looks like you playin' with it then practice. 

Jason scoffs and spins the Manado like a baton.

Jason: Hop Pop. I'm practically a pro at this point. The Monado and I have a special connection. 

While spinning it, he accidentally activated the sword making it light up in his hand. He jumps, dropping it, making it impale into the ground.

Hop Pop gives the boy a hard disappointed stare. 

Hop Pop: You have so much to learn about that sword. It's an ancient relic made from so long ago nothing is known about except that it's only given to the one who wields it.

Jason: Then how am I supposed to know more about this thing if know one knows about it?

Hop Pop: You just have to find out on your own. Do your own research.

The boy groaned, not feeling like wanting to do work.

Jason: Fine… whatever.

Hop Pop: Now, come inside. I have something to announce to everyone!

Hop Pop sounded a bit excited when telling him this. When he opened the door, a huge plume of stink blew past Hop Pop and into Jason's nose, making him gag and cough profusely.

On his hands and knees as he walked into the kitchen with the others who all were staring disgusting at the food Hop Pop was cooking.

Jason: Ok, who let him cook? Who had him step into this kitchen?

Anne: None of us did. 

Hop Pop walked to the stove, took a spoon and took a sip of slop that was making the awful stench. Sprig hopped up towards him.

Sprig: So what's the plan this year, Hop Pop? Poison the competition?

Not taking a liking to his sarcastic remark, Hop Pop pops him in the noggin.

Hop Pop: The plan is to win.

Anne: Win?

Hop Pop: The annual village potluck. Every year we frogs gather for a great contest. The family that brings the best tasting dish is showered with love and copper coins.

Hop Pop showed off pictures of past winners of the village potluck lining the wall. Much of the food was pretty unique to Anne and Jason who honestly thought they all looked pretty good to eat. Better than Hop Pop's cooking for sure.

But then he stopped to take a photo of a cage.

Hop Pop: The family with the worst tasting dish spends the night in… The Shame Cage!

Thunder strikes as the family was looking outside to the cage outside being pulled up for the losers to take their place.

Anne: Brutal.