The swamp is eerie and quiet. The only sound is the squelching of her boots in the mud. She can't see anything moving in the water, but she can hear the occasional croak of a frog. She is almost to the other side when she hears a loud splash behind her.

Eep! Emmie whips her head around, spooked.

A large frog stares back at her, its eyes glittering and reflecting the dim light.

"Oh, it was just a frog" Emmie says to herself, relaxing.

The frog stares back at her, unmoving.

Emmie pets the friendly frog.

 The frog turns slightly, and hisses at her. Its eyes glow with an unearthly yellow light.

Emmie yanks her hand away "Sorry! I didn't mean to hurt you."

The frog croaks, and leaps toward Emmie.

Emmie brings her hands up to try to protect herself.

But the frog lands on Emmie's hand, paws her face, and licks her cheek with its rough, slimy tongue.

Emmie freezes for a second before giggling.

"That tickles!"

This frog reminds her of her neighbors dog who always licks her face when she visits.

The frog's eyes glare at her. Then they blink. Then they glow again, this time with a deep blue hue.

Emmie blinks herself, confused. She's pretty sure frogs aren't supposed to glow like that.

The eyes begin to flicker from icy blue to a fiery orange, then back again. The frog opens its mouth and speaks to her in a raspy voice, "Little girl. You have trespassed into my swamp. I protect this place just as a dog guards its master's house. I do not tolerate trespassers. Especially not little girls."

"What do you mean 'especially not little girls'!"

"I have no use for little girls. I will make a fine meal out of a girl like you."

It opens its mouth and a large, slimy tongue comes out and wraps itself around Emmie's head.

The frog starts pulling her head towards its gaping, slimy maw.

!!!

Emmie grabs at the frog, trying to throw it away from her

The frog is too strong, however. It just keeps pulling her head towards its mouth.

Emmie desperately tries biting at the tongue.

Miraculously, her teeth manage to pierce the slimy tongue. The frog yelps in pain, relinquishing his hold on Emmie's head. He quickly pulls his tongue back into his mouth.

Emmie runs, trying to get away from the scary magic frog.

When she finally reaches the other side of the swamp, the sun has already set. The swamp glows with an eerie blue light.