The Predator

The baby broke the shell and slipped out. The tiny mucus-covered body struggled a bit before wriggling towards its mother whose sleek frame was swiftly slithering in a zigzag pattern through the wet grass. Oblivious to the impending danger, a frog was resting by the poolside.

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Photo by MabelAmber at Pixabay.com

Written for Twittering Tales #89 – 19 June 2018

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