"Stop crying, be quiet for a while, let me rest, rest..."
The Frog Tribe suppressed their grief, halted their cries, while the Dragon people Elder floating on the periphery sighed silently.
The Frog Elder may have been stingy, money-grubbing, unreliable, and treacherous, but without the Frog Duke, they wouldn't even have the opportunity to give money.
The Frog King tilted his head at a forty-five degree angle, not letting sorrow fall, recalling once again the afternoon when the Old Toad took him to attend a banquet, carrying a yellow bag and stealing the Dragon Monarch's gold and silver cups.
The sunlight faintly shone down, dispersing into the water's waves, merging into flowing golden light.
Everyone, every frog, was filled with tears.
In the end.
The Old Toad's head tilted, and there was no more movement.
"Waa..."
"I told you not to make noise! Don't make noise! Noisy, noisy, noisy, what the hell is noisy all day? You two idiots! Dumbasses! Fools! I'm not dead yet!"
