Which you should back if you want to get a print copy ahead of the crawling,wailing and keening mob that no doubt will descend upon any shop or point of sale doth blessed with such a splendoriffic tome. click the text go to the link you know the drill
Anyway we are in the 4th round of this game. Patrick has answered my last serve thusly
(click here to read his respond )
has given me this to respond to
|crapaud et grenouille by Jean-Joseph Carriès|
An expression thoughtful and somewhat malign. The Toad sees you very clearly and feels only bored contempt for you. Its black pit of a mind stirs somewhat as it consider any uses for you.
Let's build on that, (plus address the smaller frog ), we have a port city, a twin port city , "Callo-calloo"
A sleepy marauder of a river feeds into the sea beside it , and so its docks receive the shallow bottom river boats and the ocean crossing deep keelers.
Stretching out from the cities flanks are brackish swamps. Where the sea breaks against them is the thick wall of mangrove trees , which erratically give way to the moody swamp cypress. All of which is a smugglers paradise, providing they have learned the tunnel like paths through the mangroves and know which long strands of moss festooning the cypress are sacred to spirits , and that which can idly brushed through.
The smugglers , wreckers, bandits, and belligerent tribes (though rare that any one of these isn't somewhat part of the other) have a port too, the Moondocks.
A littoral phantom location like the Underground or the Blackmarket, its physical location merely hasty planks and rope lowered, concealed trapdoors, and backroom ladders, only its conceptual location is a constant mercantile reality.
The other occupant of note is frogs. Penny frogs hoping out of bouquets, nimble fly-snatchers at the window sill, surly gnarled poison toads firmly in the way, dizzy googlers jumping on your face as you sleep. Even a variety that ventures into the salt waters, protected by a thick mucus and pestering fishermen as it takes fish on the line.
Thus the ever present chorus of chirps, croaks, burps,pops, and groans, must be endured to spend any length of time here.
As the frogs are so voice-some , you might make the mistake to think they are not listeners too.
But they are. "Frogs catch flies, but they catch words better" as they say here.
All this speech makes it way to a singular mind. "The Toad" as it as known, the everydayity of the name is in contrast to the fear and respect is said with.
The Toad Hears. The Toad Knows.
The Toad will share with you what he knows in exchange for a meal.
(assuming you can find him , a challenge and ordeal in of itself)
The meal must be flavoured with misery , rage, or grief.
A meal will obtain these flavours when the maker is unable to take the action they believe will alleviate those feelings and instead find themselves in the kitchen and its requisite burdens.
A meal served to him will get you 3 questions answered. If you have the culinary expertise to serve him several courses each will get 3 questions.
The Toad is no resentful genie, and will answer each question attendent to its spirit and not merely a miserly response to just the letter.
However he finds a passing amusement in trouble and strife.
So how much he says and what he doesn't say will be shaped by a desire to either to see you in problems or being the source of someone else problems.
The Toads palate grows bored easily, and offering him a meal spiced with a common situation risks angered him.
The Toad angered will result in the afflicted unable to find their way out of the mangrove , until the Toad grows bored of their misery or their death.
And on moonless nights the frogs chorus can be joined by the lamentation of those who ired the Toad so much he holds them there even after their dying.
AND THAT IS MY absolutely purple I don't even know what's happening with my writing right now RESPONSE
MY IMAGE FOR YOU PATRICK IS :