The Froggie And The GirlIn this world there are pathways that open to other worlds. Physicists would call them wormholes, mages would speak of planar convergences, hippies of intersecting ley lines, and that batshit crazy woman down the road with the house that meows day and night who thinks she's a witch but is really more of a cat lady with a touch of exotic flair in her dresses, that this is but one small chunk of the single, enormous world shaped like the odd shifting geometry of her pentagram wind chimes.And in this world there is a girl who doesn't know anything about that. What she does know about is Froggie. Froggie is a frog of a rediculously bright, neon violet that most certainly doesn't belong in this world. Or maybe it does, there are neon polka dot tree frogs, after all. On second thought, that particular not-cerulean of Froggie's tongue is definitely supernatural, and most definitely sat squarely between indigo and blue in the colors of the rainbow. Did frogs even have tongues? Though, probabl
