Pondering (Toad TF Caption Sequence)

The first of two captions made with the help of the always awesome Hulksmash31 (https://www.deviantart.com/hulksmash31) to celebrate the 505 watches on DeviantArt and also the Patreon anniversary. ^^

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---The text:

The last day of the summer trip to Madagascar.

The lonely young girl sitting on the shores of the pond, peacefully listening to the soothing lyrics of nature, deeply afraid of going back to the so called real world soon... too soon... so soon...

She sighed, wondering above the greenish surface of the pond, her feet inside the water.

The girl thought, pondered, about the idea, the idea of the wish, the careless misspoken wish that always seem to doom someone in her exact situation.

A bunch of naive words that shifted one’s flesh forever.

Such tales... they sounded so neat to her... but indeed. what about her, what if she did wanted to make such wish... not like an uncertain dumb moron that didn’t knew what was saying, but firmly desiring each spoken word... as what the vibration in her chest was telling her...

What if...

“What if I wanted to be... like... I don’t know... like... a toad or something...”

...

Her clothes floating in the green water.

She tossed them in when the changes began, embracing the metamorphosis... the girl chuckled, quite an appropriate term when you are becoming an amphibian.

So many questions crossed her mind as she squatted, putting her morphing webbed hands on the ground.

Not about hows or whys, but about what would come after.

What would be left of her, what would she do... what toads do...

She didn’t knew much, vague points her and there, she hoped to fill in the gaps with instinct and some of the seemingly bad luck that had given her what she wanted.

Questions for later...

The girl leaned her head back, closing her eyes, moaning loudly a silly pretend croak, enjoying the feeling of the wave that was changing her soft skin into an slimy bumpy one.

...

The chubby yellow toad stood on the shores of the pond.

She was tiny and female, her large dull dark eyes slowly staring around, breathing quietly, seemingly absentminded, but with bright cunning shine behind the pupils.

“What now...” she wondered, now in the after.

It was slightly hard to think, to contextualize what comprised the self on herself.

She was small, she heard the cries of the males.

She was hungry, she felt dry.

She jumped into the pond.

Plop...!