Skunk was thinking about the tens of thousands he would get soon, and his heart blossomed with joy. Yesterday, after Great Wizard meddled, he didn't snatch anything.
"What is this crap," complained the slick-backed translator who opened the door first. He hadn't walked far when he jumped back out, cursing. Jumping out with him were dozens of frogs.
"Those damn kids, how could they place frogs here without securely tying the bag? Just wait until I deal with them." Apparently, the hundreds of frogs caught from Xiao Xian's land last night were big with meaty heads. Using just over a dozen, they were ready to fill up a whole pot. The rest, fearing they might escape, were put together with the capturing bags into the small room for birds by Skunk's underlings.
Skunk took the lead and grabbed a big fat frog, "Miss Aisha, if you don't mind, take a few frogs with you. I'll help you clean them up. These are wild ones, good for your health when eaten."
