An Alternate Slice of Reality
In an alternate slice of reality, your sims live on the edge. Once you upload them to the gallery, they are no longer safely in your hands. They are in the hands of others. Others who may not share ...
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"Simmingal;c-18289033" wrote:"Monet11;c-18289019" wrote:
@Simmingal
You have no idea how perceptive you are. Frogman is a pretty accurate description, as it turns out.
Today I found a frog man in a bucket and gave him a mighty branch to climb out
he appears to have made it out
Since he is, I assume, thousands of miles and probably a wide ocean away from me, I will wish him a long and happy life. He is fortunate that you had a tender heart for him.
I have spent the long day arguing with myself. I tried to bargain and plea and offer many alternatives just to avoid writing frogman's story and to instead have a slightly creepy story with a polite ending. But the caffeine and doritos and chocolate milk have all run their course. And frogman has said no, he will not give in to my bargaining ploys. He said that I should tell the story that he wants to be told. And then he smiled and said... Kiss the frog. You might no longer be afraid. I'm a good kisser. Expert level. Kiss the frog.
I am still trying to find a way out.
There are many tree frogs where I live. They sing through the night and sometimes the day. They sing more when it is rainy, or the ground is still wet from a past rain. They match the color of the tree bark and can be very hard to see.
One year, one of them climbed up my front door and took up residence in a small area at the top of the door frame. Every time I went in or out the door, I was worried that he might jump or fall on my head. I was terrified that he might get into the house. Who would save me then? I tried to reason with him, from a distance, by telling him that a metal door frame was no place for a tree frog. But he just looked at me sideways and never said a word. He would sing all night, and he would stay until the afternoon sun heated up the metal door frame, then he would leave. He would come back night after night.
One morning, I finally got very mad and told him that if he didn't leave by the time I came home from work, I would find a way to take all the life from him. And if he wanted to live, he would just go away. He left in the afternoon when the sun was hot, and he never came back.
I am convinced that frogs have emotion detectors.
