The Frog at the Top of Frosty Mountain

Crocodiles In The River

Allan swam to the shore and threw himself onto the mud. He was completely exhausted and incable of moving a single muscle. He closed his eyes, and when he opened them, the sun was high in the sky. He was still stiff after this morning nap, but he was able to move himself. He dragged himself through thick foilage and sat with his back to a tree. He was back in a forest, and he was worried that he would get himself lost again.

"Damn it..." Allan thought. "All I had to do was go forward, but those beavers...the hunters..the acid...

It was sitting there, soaking wet, that Allan remembered he was supposed to be melting. The water didn't smell like acid, nor did it burn, but he saw the beaver dam melting, didn't he? He saw the elderly one falling in the river and melting, and yet, here Allan was, safe and sound after having nearly drowned.

"Why do I keep surviving?" Allan asked himself, faintly hoping that he would hear Mr. Bullfrog's voice again. "I see all this death around me, and I'm the only one who keeps on going. Why?"

Suddenly, something moved in the foilage behind him. Whatever it had been. he could swear it had been very large. Something that was breathing very loudly as well...

"Who goes there?" Allan asked, looking behind the tree.

"You're still within the city limits, you know..." Said a nasty voice.

"Who said that? Show yourself!" Allan demanded.

A very large crocodile stepped out of the foilage. It wasn't as big as Bruce Fisher Jr, or even River Waters, but it had a mouth large enough to bite Allan's head off in a single snap.

"Bruce Fisher Sr. wouldn't like to know that you're still in the city."  The crocodile said. "He would be most displeased. Isn't that right, Allan?"

"How do you know my name!?"

"Brucie Sr. knows everything there is to know about this city. Especially when someone is trying to give him the slip..."

Allan heard a splash behind him and turned around to see a group of five crocodiles coming towards him. Thinking fast, he jumped up and climbed up the branches of the tree he had been leaning against. The crocs launched themselves at the tree and started climbing as well.

"Crocodiles can climb trees!?" Allan asked himself.

"Uh, yeah, dumbass!" Said one of the crocs. It was doing very good at climbing, using it's sharp claws and strong muscles to cling to the tree.

Allan started climbing even faster. He didn't stop, only glancing down every now and then. The crocs were gaining on him, and if he wasn't fast, there wouldn't  beany 'see you later, alligator' for him. He climbed until he reached the top of the tree and poked his head through the leaves, looking around to see where he was. The forest went a little but further, but that didn't block his view of Frosty Mountain. It was still there, just waiting to be climbed.

"I was almost there!" Allan cried out.

Allan had given up and was now only waiting for the crocs coming for him. They were about to reach him when he heard a familiar voice above him.

"There you are!" Said the Pigeon who had guided Allan out of the city. "I've been looking everywhere for you!"