Microfiction: Hanging Out

“Funny little thing, aren’t you?”

I looked up at the speaker. It was a frog. I sighed. Considering himself, he’s the last person who should be calling me that.
“So are you like the outcaste cousin of the black panther?”

He’s surely getting a earful.

Once, master sews-on my mouth…


Word Count: 50

Prompt:

50 Word Thursday #10

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