Don't expect much , thanks
"Look guys, this may sound dumb but I'm being serious!" Richie looked amongst the group, about to share his story.
ᴿⁱᶜʰⁱᵉ ᵉᵃᵗˢ ᵃ ᴮᵉᵉ
The black haired boy stumbled out of bed. He quickly put on his shorts and Hawaiian shirt. He went down the stairs in a jolt. While putting on his shoes, he glanced up at the clock. "8:40" it read.
"Ma! I'm going out to play with Bill!" He called out to his mother. He hasn't come out as frog kin yet. He was afraid of what they would think. But putting his worries aside, today was a special day. It was the day when flies were reproducing more, and there were vast amounts. Since he was going early, he would see plenty more. He bounced out of the house, and hopped onto his bike. He quickly rode to the gorge. (Gorge??) He parked his bike around some trees, and got into kin mode.
"rrrrriiiiiIIIIIIIBBBBBBBBBBBIIIIIIIIITTTTTTTTTTTT" He croaked out. His juicy frog noises came naturally to him now with practice. He hopped around, trying to grab flies.
"pesky buggies, hard to get today" he sighed to himself. It's normally very easy for him, he didn't understand why it was so difficult. He hopped up higher, and felt something! He felt the squirming fly all over his tongue. He swallowed, and felt it struggle to get down. But a drink of his saliva killed it off fast. Then, he continued. He ate lots, a buffet for all the frogs. He sighed in pure bliss after his 10th one.
"One more will settle my hunger...." he knew he craved more. But he couldn't eat more. As eddie would say, your stomach may pop if you eat too much! He decided to get the biggest one there was. He moved to the left, where the bigger flies laid. They were older, faster, and huge as fuck. He jumped. But instead of the squirming he normally felt, it was a velvet texture that was trying a little too hard to be a fly. Then, he felt it. A sharp pain on the top of his tongue. He opened his mouth quickly, screaming in pain.
"WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT!!!!" He cried out. He saw the bee fall off. Except, it was floating. It had small red beads for eyes. And it smiled at him. It floated up, and up till Richie no longer could see it. He got on his bike and rode home as fast as he could. He got ice and rubbed it all over his swollen tongue. He got some ice cream then ate it. The sweet cold treat laced his tongue which screamed in pain. Yet, it soothed the pain. He laid down in bed, and stared at the ceiling. He hates to admit it, but the bee tasted like cotton candy and buttery popcorn. He wanted more. A treat he could never have again, a forbidden fruit.
