Flexing His Middle

Prawny is warm in his hole.

Phew! says Prawny.

Are you okay? asks the neighbour.

A bit warm, says Prawny. That's all.

We like it, says the bell frog that didn't eat him.

Yes we like it, says the neighbour.

Maybe it's because I've been cooked once before, says Prawny. I don't like too much heat.

Do you remember being cooked? asks the neighbour.

Not really, says Prawny. I suppose I was trying to ignore it.

That's what I'd do, says the neighbour.

No way! says the one who didn't eat Prawny. I'd have tried to escape.

Maybe I tried, says Prawny. And then I gave up. I remember hotness, and waking up inside spun potato.

What was that like? asks the neighbour.

Soft, says Prawny.

White or yellow? asks the neighbour.

I couldn't see anything, says Prawny. 

How come? asks the one who didn't eat him.

No eyes, says Prawny. And then I met Terence and I got one.

Lucky, says the neighbour.

Prawny is feeling even hotter.

Phew! says Prawny, again.

Go further into the hole, says the neighbour.

No, says Prawny. I need to jump into the water, to cool down.

Go on then, says the one who didn't eat him.

Can't, says Prawny.

Come on, you're right at the edge of the hole, says the neighbour.  Haven't you got any muscles?

I don't think so, says Prawny.

He tries flexing his middle.

Squurreee!

And it works! 

Prawny drops into the water.

Better? asks the neighbour.

No reply comes from Prawny.

Should we rescue him? asks the one who didn't eat him.

Yes, says the neighbour. We should. Before a damselfly swoops in and takes him.

It would be good if us rescuing him was on TikTok, says the one who didn't eat Prawny.

So we wait? asks the neighbour.

They peer down at Prawny, who has already sunk to the bottom. 

Time to make a decision.