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a magic all-smelling frog who had lived for many centuries, the Burping Bullfrog had served dozens of masters. He ranked Fiddlefart as the worst of them by a wide margin. “But you have to ask using the official words.”

Fiddlefart rolled his eyes. “Fine,” he said. “Whatever.”

The ogre took three giant steps across the room and stood facing the bullfrog. Phlegm rattled around as he cleared his throat. With arms crossed, he recited:

Burping Bullfrog in the wall,who smells grossest of them all?

The Burping Bullfrog sat on his platform, motion-less. He let the silence settle in around him. Then, suddenly, the frog grunted, and his eyes rolled back in his head. His nostrils sucked in the air around him, and he began to tremble.

His vacuum-like sniffing intensified as the trem-bling worsened into violent rumbling. The grunts grew louder and more frenzied. For a brief second, Fiddlefart considered hiding behind his garbage throne. But then, at once, the rumbling stopped.