The Frog at the Top of Frosty Mountain

A Giant Crocodile Named Bruce Fisher Sr. Attacks The City

The Author took a little while to find out where he was in the city. He tried asking a few people on the street what neighborhood he was in, but they all ignored him. They were too busy with their own things to care (also the smell of sewage on him was very strong). The Author walked for a few blocks before finally finding a street that he recognized. The only bad news was that he was farther from Frosty Mountain than he imagined.

"I can make it." The Author said with hope. He put on his backpack and headed in the direction he needed to go in.

At the least the weather is nice. The Author thought to himself. It was a sunny day with a light breeze blowing on his face, resulting in a climate fit for walking. Everything was perfectly fine, but that changed when a group of people came running down the street, screaming.

"What's wrong?" The Author asked.

The people ignored him and kept running. 

The Author heard more screaming coming from around the block, along with sounds of tire screeches. He turned the corner and saw what was causing the all the chaos: a giant crocodile, standing over 6 stories tall, was smashing his way through the cars in the middle of the street. Panckied people left their veichles and fled the scene, screaming in horror.

Across the street, an elderly Japanese man walked out of a building and into the middle of the chaos. He looked up at the crocodile and laughed.

"You call that a Kaiju?" The Japanese man said. "It's not even the size of a baby!"

The Author, seeing the Japanese man standing in the middle of the street, ran out to help him.

"Sir, you need to get out of here!" The Author shouted. 

"Nonsense! I think I'll stay and watch this."

"It's a giant crocodile for cry's sake! It's going to crush you."

"It's a small Kaiju."

"A small what now?"

"Kaiju. It means giant monster in Japanese. We have Kaijus attack Japan all the time. They're always 10 times bigger than this creature, and they usually shoot lasers from their mouth or eyes."

Suddenly, the crocodile burped, unleashing a horrible stench that traveled for 5 blocks out. It started to make a sound deep in it's throat, then threw up a dark green liquid that rushed through the streets like a flash flood. It melted everything in it's path: traffic signs, trees, cars, and people.

"Interesting." The Japanese man said. "I never saw one that shoots acid before."

"Run!" The Author screamed. He grabbed the Japanese man by the arm and ran away from the acid.

"Please...my heart. I'm too old to run." The Japanese man gasped. He broke free of The Author's grip and stopped to rest in the acid flood's path. 

"Don't just stand there, you'll die!" 

"I'm old, I don't have that much time left. You're young. Go, live your life. Visit Japan one day, it's nice."

The acid flood caught up to the old man and engulfed him, instantly melting his clothes and skin off. Only his skeleton remained.

"NOOOOOOO!" The Author yelled. 

He wanted to lie down and mourn the old man, but the flood was coming for him. He wiped tears from his eyes and kept running, not daring to look back. He only stopped when he couldn't hear the sound of crashing waves behind him. He turned around and saw the acid had settled, but was still melting anything that came in contact with it.

Very far away now, the giant crocodile named Bruce Fisher Sr. looked at The Author and laughed. It was a horrible sound, one that sent shockwaves through out the city.

"I better not see you around here anyone." Bruce said to The Author with his booming voice. "If I do, I'll melt this whole city and everyone in it! Then I'll drag you down to the sewers and have my crocodile friends feed on you."

Bruce roared a mighty roar, then turned around and returned to where he came from.