“Fine,” he croaked. “I’ll race.”
“Too slow, Grundel!” the green frogs would taunt, zipping past on lily-pad sleds. “Too fat to fly!” toad torrent
Through the second hazard (Needle’s Eye—a narrow slot between two fallen logs), the sleek racers got stuck, their pads folding like wet paper. Grundel, with a mighty oof , wedged himself through, his loose skin squishing into the gap and popping out the other side. “Fine,” he croaked