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Frogs

This is odd. (Pause. Huff.) There are too many limbs. Why limbs? Why toes on limbs? Why limbs at all? Why fear of limbs? This isn’t deformity. Where are legs? Two legs. Where are elbows? Why nose? Why this instead of houses? Why boxes? Why not explain? Why mention? Why invite invent intent a cause for all these effects? (Huff.) There’s not a whole lot to push about here. (Pause. Louder.) This is odd. There are objects everywhere. Object. Object. Object. Did it break? Did it grow handles? Did the word splinter? Did the tooth chip? I know a good dentist. I know a good etymologist. An optometrist. I know the reconstructive surgeon. Fuzzy script. Mossy skin. (Frustrated.) What music is playing exactly? How big was the arm? Who notices?