Can you believe I missed my Sunday Story post yet again? At this rate, I won’t finish the story until next year. Poor Peeps! Anyway, here is the next installment. For the first part of the story, click here.
Ferns twitched and rustled all around them. The air rang with the peepers’ chorus. After a while, the chirps started to sound like words to Peeps. This is what she heard.
“The pretty cat,
She does not know
Where to go, go, go.
She does not know
Friend from foe, foe, foe.”
“Are they talking about me?” Peeps whispered excitedly to the toad.
“Oh, don’t listen to them,” he replied. “They’re just sore because they weren’t invited to the party.”
“Go back to your trees,” he shouted at them. “We have no time to waste with you!” He picked up a rock and threw it into the fernbrake. It hit the ground with a loud thud and rolled noisily among the plants. The ferns twitched once, twice more, followed by a moment of silence.
To Peeps, it felt as if the whole world were holding its breath. Then, off in the distance, she heard a single chirp, followed by another even farther away. The chorus slowly started up again until the frogs were just as loud as they had been, but Peeps could no longer discern any words in the song, and she no longer felt as if they were watching her.
Part VII of the story is available.